Organic Pantyhose

 Organic Pantyhose.

Oh yeah touch me, 

Till it’s all wet and dripping with watery pleasures he said 

The brushes soaked in acrylic romance

 tormenting my fingers to crawl down your lower torso. 

I never imagined making it rain on our beds like it did today. 

My Queen, you’re one of a kind, 

Your honey pot tracked your soft skin 

Down my throat like a juice. 

I bet to differ. 

Your broader tray feels smooth as silk. 

I’m tempted to touch.

 How your feet slowly beat the drum of growing endowments. 

As though he chanced on a prey 

His eyes wouldn’t let mine rest. 

Admiring the assets my woman being gave to a maiden like me.

 He said I’m glad 

I have found a vacuum in your mind to fill

 Only for me to wake up to a dream fulfilling the arrears of loneliness.