Excuse me but can I get to know ya,

I want to take you back to my urban hang suite where we can do a lil something, something,

I want us to submerge into the night illuminating the light letting your atmosphere surround me,

But first can I kiss you,

I want to part my pink lips and Michael Angelo slow stroke your clitoris until you can drown me with your thoughts of yesterdays and days to come,

But being that we have not had sex physical, I want to use my poetical ability to describe how I would apply pleasurable pleasure to your breast, lightly submerging my head south of her chest,

See I haven’t had sex in 365 days so on the 366, we are going to make love 369 different ways and I can’t wait for me and her to dance at a slow grinding pace, meeting place……my face,

Where we can dance to infinite groves of E BADU or JILL SCOTT where we can take long walks from her house to my bed room,

Spinning neo soul classics as her clitoris gave my face slow strokes of passion the drips ever lasting left cream mahogany stain crusted in the center of the mattress……sexual gymnastics as I flip and stand with my ANGIE STONE……..D AGONALLY in the direction of her BROWN SUGAR,

Ready to submerged until the cops come knocking her legs MAXWELL 180 degrees in the air,

As my literary clitoris misogynists tounge started to JAGUAR WRIGHT orgasmic scriptures etched in her navel,

The essence of her FLOWETRY which came down her bronze thighs was like poetry in motion and all she could utter was “ say yes�……..the built up tension of us lusting neo souls summisons created a love so sweet she came threw her nipples,

Drowning in her her mahogany pool with MUSIQ playing our cup begin to runnith over and thus we created a SOULCHILD

This poem probably shouldn't be in the love section. You should repost them in the Sexual Poem section and you might get more reviews. Anyways it's a good poem for it's type. =)