Black Harlequin-Quicksand (quicksanded dick) Erotic poetry

 

The secret in his pants...

The Phenomenal Dick.

The hiatus had to come to an end after she awoke recalling how her back would arch, the palms of his hands under her shoulder blades as she reseat her pelvis in the rhythm of heat on his dick in the bed. That really excited him to have the underworkering of a female mechanic, Mo-ey, Jack-ie & Do-Me (Moe, Larry & Curly), the three stooges working it out from the bottom. That's what kept her coming back underneath all the smooth talk, con job he was filling her eyes with that went with what her eyes were seeing below his waistline, Phenomenal Dick. Phenomenally, and this morning she woke with the desire to be the Phenomenal Woman. She had capsized on a long wave of night sweat and was dewy, everything she wanted to be with this man in her thoughts. Off to the shower girl before you heat your brain up a lil bit too much without cooling the "blue Jay" (blue balls for women for you in laymen terms) singing down there.

Okay now where we in this, that was a hot moment of thoughts but a long run between them had ended with her feeling like a jump off, hit & quit and she was too much of an addict to fall off the boat and not be on a wean off plan this time. 

JUST LIKE THAT. YEAH. JUST LIKE THAT. SHUT IT DOWN. CLOSE UP SHOP. YOU AIN'T GETTING NONE.

That's how he was with the Ups & Downs.

Machismo.

Too fucking moody or too much going on sometimes to pay ATTENTION. 

HELLO this thang, the bird cage holding the Blue jay, Jay Jay, could let off some Dynamite every time she started feeling withdrawal. Damn. Phenomenal.Phenomenal Sex with me. That's what she wanted every time the hands went down on the clock. You need to clock in.That's right. The Right Dick. The Right Hour. And Right Now!

She was on one this morning and the wavelength was leading her towards him.

What to do? She knew what to do with it but what to do about these thoughts. Damn.

Ok so she asked herself again. Where are we with this? With him. Was she going to continue these rondevue when it was convenient or him? When he gave in toher  lust? His lust? It wasn't irregular to have the natural desire to want him right now in her bed to satisfy her once again with all of Ebony's Ivory Jewels. Those gems he majestically wore skin to bone. She loved every bit of his body, the taste of his skin and texture of it under her tongue and teeth. Way too ex-rated was her thoughts at the moment.

CALGON!!!!!!! You know, the good ole powder suds you used jump in the bubbly tub with to ease your mind.

Man are serious? Right now I'm convinced that it's not my mind that needs easing or a good Harlequin Romance story I need to hear on my mp3 player. Or a Love Jones movie.

Shut IT down. Shut IT Up. ReChannel this SHIT this morning cause you tripping on some Dick You Down shit.

Ok we're calling.

Later. Her subconscious kicked in.

What about the last time?

Who gave a damn about last time right now! I've been seeing this practitioner for years and it's not time to change it up! Learn new rules! Let alone Teach new rules in the bed. 

Well It looks like it another Black Harlequin.

Now Where Were We?

Poetry In Bed. 

Quicksand the Dick. Bury It. As She got Deeper & Deeper. In the His Entangled Web.

Weaving her right B-A-C-K in.

As I think of you pleasing me, I please myself but ain't saying please pass the Dick. Not after a windfall like that. He's gonna have to serve it up like a tennis player. Just like that. 

Recognize. He gives good sex, BUT so Do I.

I'm just not ready to close the Chapter. No Not Yet. It's A Good Bestseller.

I'm Not Gonna Give All My Secrets Away.

You see I have this ONE Special Secret In My Garden.

I'm wearing this one tonight. You mean KING MAGAZINE & I know it tonight. I have plans to launch an Astronaut Into Space.

T-A-X-I.

He just launched my Romance Writer Career

With an "X" rated move like that.