Osiep chunya, you really shouldn’t be reading this
I want to rearrange your guts and bite your full lips
I don’t want to be poetic, I just want to be epic
I want to pull your panties down to your kness
And do you right here in this vast moonlit beach
Remember when I asked you how you feel about myself
And you took my hand there and made me find out for myself
I had to empty you of air and fill you with myself
It’s not my fault that my toungue paused midstroke
It’s just the more I tasted you, the more I didn’t stop
Blushing cheeks, messy hair, and the moaning non-stop
They say an honest man is a child, lying isn’t part of me
I guess that makes me your baby, your nipples are so fond of me
KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪
Tag: Erotic
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There is something about seeing you
That always gets me so aroused baby
Your naked body under dim red lights
Lying on our bed like prey in my lair
Seeing your eyes focused on my toned body
Thinking about how you’re going to please me
Sucking on your fingers seductively
Getting yourself wet and ready for me
When I haven’t even touched you yet
The anticipation is driving you crazy
That is why I’m taking my sweet time
Spreading your thighs with warm kisses
Letting my tongue destroy your insides
And have you drip like sup from a pineapple
I tasted it and nearly consumed it all
Like a vampire I was still thirsty for more
Wondering how you were still full
So I slid inside and you lost your breath
But I did not stop, I could not stop
Harder, deeper, stretching, pounding, spanking
Circular motions, vibrations, up and down
Until sweet nectar dripped around me
Like melting ice cream from your lips
Devoured
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Like an easel spread apart
With a canvas begging for art
So is the very thought of you
With your legs spread apart on my lair
I just want to kiss your full lips
I want to savour every last bit of you
To feel every inch of your warm, moist depth
I’m not at all ashamed to admit it
Maybe nervous what will happen once I’m in it
Your touch is poetry I love to write
Flooding out on my pages every night
The kind you read while in bed
Stretched out beneath the sheets
With your hand between your legs
It’s my pages that you will turn
And when you do lick your fingers to do that
All you’re gonna taste is my skin
So I keep writing these poems
Hoping someday you’ll read them
And I hope you will know then
That they’re all just for you
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I touched your blouse like it was a page I wanted to turn
I caressed your curves like they were braille in every love letter
I kissed up and down your inner thighs like they were a baby’s cheeks
I wrote poems inside you with my fingers like Ed Sheeran on his guitar strings
I tasted all your innocence like a bee that had just found sweet nectar
I pulled your long hair like the reigns of a horse in a battlefield
I made you arch your back like a bow whose string was pulled
I made you scream like the arrow had stabbed you where it ached
I made love to you and spilled passion across the sheets like ink on paper
You never knew love until my words became a song in your heart
You never understood desire until you felt my rough hands around your throat
Sometimes a poet meets another and a secret poem is hatched
That only a look into your eyes can surely tell
The Way 🇰🇪 