Another Love

Being innocent doesn’t mean I’m sexually repressed.
It only means that I can refrain from anything I do detest.
Like cheaters,
An evil leading you towards a sequel with endings as lethal as each kiss that’ll leave you depressed,
underneath of each breath she’ll puff against your being…
During nights full of sex,
Some rum and weed…

But,
When I think of her I need,
To be in her presence while I wrap myself in her feet,
A fetish I’ll be honest of while I reach for her thighs.
And seek for her tight,
P.U.S.S.Y.
I don’t cat around when it’s time ride.
Nor do I call for dolls when I want to have a woman sing from her orgasmic highs.
I just want her holding me like MC Lyte on a mic,
Right…

But,
At times I do feel wrong.
For only thinking of stripping off your thong while I’m on one.
Because,
I do want love.
A love only she can provide when I close my eyes.
A love only I can see no matter how blind.
A love only I can feel while she lusts over mine…
As a man who’s been crushed an endless amount of times...