Mocha's Virginity Poem by Face Butter

Keep away
Stay away
There’s fire in the skies today
Carbonating
Orange heat on Mocha’s soft skin
My skin…
Layers and layers of satin and rhinestones
He observes
Collecting an agenda with zealous eyes
And I encourage with proverbial stares
Seeking as a partisan this festival of unguided copulation
This sun shall not rise without his speech between my thighs
Soft palate’s torch that torments to the point of tears
Sweaty hands fondling…grasping
Indulgence of this undeniable energy
Facial squirms
Unable to limp out of this orgasmic universe
Exploration of soft lines vibrating liquid
Bare feet salutes the air
Drumbeats with oxygen in this high-rise of filtered moans
Passion, a presiding overseer of this virtuous robe
Reserved desires memorable on such widespread sheets
Keep away
Stay away
There’s fire in the skies today

(c) 1/2006 FaceButter