Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
I can tell you want to kiss me. Look at you the quiver of your lips.
You watching my soft curves...how I walk and swing this hips.
My body soft as a baby's touch. For me, your body will burn.
But then when I speak for more of me, you will yearn.
My lips stay soft and wet with natural glisten and glow.
A man would be crazy to not indulge himself wanting me more and more.
Kissing you is all I think of passion is my game. I know you want to kiss me
In your voice, I hear the strain.
Written by Dr. Red
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