Grown Man Lovin’

You know, back in the day

I love me some young men

I was willowy, I was spring, Damn I was May

I was down to trying every position conceivable

Hormones were rampant

The body and spirit were ready, willing, and able

As work starts to consume more time

Exhaustion and getting money

Constantly plagues the mind

You start thinking, where did they go

There were always a couple

Going with the flow.

Taking matters into one’s own hands

Look and you shall find

Yourself a gown ass man

The ones that develop their own technique

Have your heart fluttering

Having your body say yes if it could speak

He comes into the room with one thing on his mind

You, no cloths, ass in the air

Pillow biting, taking you from behind

You stop just for a second to say one thing

I don’t want any bruises

You understand what I mean

You’ll get a bruise only you can see and feel.

Right on your inner thigh

It’ll make you wet and you won’t want it to heal

Now let me explain grown man lovin’

It is a tried and true method

Ya hear me, I am not frontin

They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear

 A practiced tone

That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs

Hands and fingers roam south

 a slight U turn north

A dip in the valley then a suck in the mouth

Now, depending on where they are from

You are a good girl, a darlin even a babe

Every term of endearment to make you cum

If you watch close they have a signature move

As if there is a song in their head

And they are dancing to a groove

You are close, the tremors start to begin

Your bite on a pillow

So the neighbors cannot hear what’s happenin’

A grown man will see his cue

This is it

Time to do what he came here to do

Legs spread wider

Deep groans are felt from his balls

About to unload inside her

Clap, clap clap

Drip drip drip

All the way down the back

“Please, please now I beg”

He grips my thighs tighter

Before I slide off and he’s holding one leg

Explosive eruption

Implosive destruction

You lose recollection

For the faint of heart

I advise you this

Do not start or be a part of this bliss

They make you want more and more

That you just cannot have

This is another one of my musings

Just being very, very bad

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