Sexual Song Poem by shamika thompson

as your hand explores
my body roars
wanting, hoping, wishing for more
you got a nice grip
as i wind my hips
face in the pillow biting my lip
turn my frown upside down
have my mind way cross town
feels like my hands and feet are bound
hit it from the front, back, and the side
in and out i watch it slide
out of ten u get a 5-hundred that is
i take a break to rest
you passed the test
i know i'm the best
no more can i take
damn i need a break
i love you being my sweet escape
sweetie what's taking so long
i hate when you're gone
leaving me singing this sexual song