Black sex sings like a siren against my white sheets.
What quilted questions can I answer,
with my tongue lodged in your pink lips,
while the sadomasochistic sunlight slinks slowly
through blue blinds?
Black sex sings like a siren against my white sheets.
What quilted questions can I answer,
with my tongue lodged in your pink lips,
while the sadomasochistic sunlight slinks slowly
through blue blinds?
Her unhurried sex voice scrounges
for an ear to curl up in.
I officiated at a wedding of vagabonds and
was paid in grape soda.
So many illicit desires swirl and eddy under my face.
hot Roman sex beckons behind screens.

