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?

