INSANIA
I want to fill your tongue stroking my nipples
Your fingers kindling my g-spot
Urging me to a higher state of ecstasy
The taste of your lips, massages my Naples.
Taking me to the peak, where my legs tremble
With each dabble of your love handle
Paddling along the stage where my lover is the host, play Wright and
poet
Working in sync, and steady like each verse
Each verse filled with greed and grunts, ever so blunt that the rivers
of his love will never quench
Each stroke, trace and note releases a gorging release of endorphins
Endorphins, like a pill I’m addicted and cannot be filled.
