When I say friend do I desire the slippery and suppleness of you? You say friend do u mean someone to confide in and tell secrets to and flatter you with sexual innuendo and volley?” How’s my woman?” you frequently ask, knowing that she is but a shield, that u hide behind and duck around, when I whisper that I have to see you naked before I die– have to taste the sticky that makes your pearl glisten and the delight that your thong occupies. You are but a woman and you must do and say lady things and in doing so, you use karma as an excuse and the lust for me only resides in the dreams that you have that you tell me about, that you try to take back when it’s too late. I suspect that you become as wet as I am hard and as horny as I am lustful. What can I say or do to get into your panties mentally, to cook marshmallows in the flame of your furnace, from the inglenook of your thigh. To cup and caress your naked breast from behind, and to have you whisper, “How’s your woman?” I muster, “Mind your business,” and I push you down and slip inside you with a groan–and you do finally. You mind your business and then we make love like friends are supposed to.
Sometimes.
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