Erotika Banks

Drink Scotch With Kerouac, Whiskey With Hemingway,
Not sure if this is rational, am I insane, or paranoid,

No matter where I am, everything reminds me You,
Morning coffee has me imagining Your mocha skin,
Willing to worship the caffeine in Your pigmentation,
Every morning hiding under Our silk sheets,
Kissing the inside of Your thighs; tongue game on point,
Play ping pong with Your clit; achieve multiple orgasms,

Every corner reminds me of Your perfume, no stranger or thot,
Can match Your intellect, beauty, or head game;
Every curve, hips connected to ass phat,
Love handles, natural, no artificial silicon,
Every time a thot talks; my mouth waters,
Imagining licking brown sugar off Your nipples,

Open to Your nails leaving scratch marks,
Let me love Your stretch marks,
When You leave bite marks,
I’m gonna let You cum twice,
Before I explode once,

Drink Scotch With Kerouac, Whiskey With Hemingway,
Not sure if this is rational, am I insane, or paranoid,

Walking around trying to complete Your wishlist,
Hallucinating You in every dressing room mirror,
Performing splits in Victoria Secret lingerie,
Asked me to kneel; worshipping Your body,
Started by kissing Your black skin,

Clenched my thirst after You removed Your jeans,
90 degree angle, not afraid, willing to eat your booty out,
Finger your paradise, one leg wrapped around my neck,
Hands placed on the back of my head,
Pushing my tongue as deep as you like,
Dressing room turns into our own shower,
Flooding It with Your spring water,

Returned to the car,
Licked your lips,
Middle finger caressing the inside of your thighs,
Nipples hard, hair down,
Kissing my neck, whispering dirty secrets,
Forced my head between your legs,
Squirting your juices in my mouth,
Teased my body with your pheromones,

Drink Scotch With Kerouac, Whiskey With Hemingway,
Not sure if this is rational, insane, or am I paranoid,

By the time night arrives.
You’ve worked me like a horse,
Honestly though, I don’t mind if You ride me like a horse,
Tie my hands, blindfold, leather,
Light biting, ride my face,

Kiss Your spine, tip of my tongue,
Sweating so much; walls weep,
Neighbors complain, fuck em’,
Work every muscle,
Eat Your pussy out,

Erotika Banks,
Juices flow down my throat,
So sweet; became addicted,
Only juice I will drink,

Drink Scotch With Kerouac, Whiskey With Hemingway,
Not sure if this is rational, insane, or am I paranoid,

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