Role play

you can be my lawyer

stream down the four-poster

lemme hear your heels kiss the floor

turn me on some more

aagh baby,

till i burn from the passion 

of your lips' work.

Punish me a little

and let my fingers work 

till they make you squeal like a kettle.

Or you could be my doctor 

listen to my heart

hear it beat

racing as fast as my hands

rubbing around your body

in harmony,

with the music's melody.

I'm throbbing doctor

from the sensation of your lip balm 

I like to feel the tip of your tongue

rest, on the mushroom cap.

I'll be your priest?

kneel before me,

as i stand with your head

before my thighs,

now prey and prey...ohhh prey

prey all over me

until i moan in tongues

and anoint you with my oil

watch it stream down your chest,

neck, breast till it hit your abs...

aargh just prey, prey on me.

Let me be your pilot

I'll guide you to the right buttons.

You see them 2 on my chest

touch em, and set me on auto-pilot.

I'll map out the geography of your body 

from the asymmetry of your contours

and the symmetry of your curves.

Buckle up around my back 

it's going to be a bumpy smooth ride 

through cloud nine.

Play devil and incite this beast

i'll play the guiding angel

watching you moan uncontrollably 

in your delightful vibrations

of endless orgasms.

You can play a mime

I'll be the ventriloquist

that makes the bed squeak 

in a twist you can take the top

like how i bite my lips in pleasure?

now do me like never before! 

In my head

In the middle of a cold wintery sky 
a perfect blended hue
tinted black, purple and blue 
watching from afar, a little shy
the whispered prayer, that is you.

Lightening flashes cream and gray
if thou please i may, sip endlessly,
from your passion on replay
you strum on my ponder
I wonder; if u will tickle me, chocolate thunder.

The stars of your eyes have put on a show 
it reflected on my chest like crystal snow
but in my mind I discover
is where u take off my cover 
another dream, yet you're all I desire; chocolate thunder.

I douse my internal inferno
thinking; me, you and the quiet
a room scented lit in candles, perfect scenario
in tranquility of delirium, in the hands of your hero,
if still i dream, then let beside me, be my pillow.


Fimisola-Samuel