Satisfaction - Poem by Rushawn Buchanan
the feeling of satisfaction i have never felt because my standards are like an overflowing well,
i want to be taken to the mountain top.
you make it feel so good i am yellin'don't stop'
because my expectations are at the highest point,
i want to be inflated with passion and hear moans and groans, from the pleasure of our affection
just please me, or leave me alone
and if you ain't coming good dont come at all, jus please me bring me to my knees, make me weak, squeeze every ounce of resistance out of me,
devour me, make me engulfed into you,
and pronounce me overwelmed
black and blue from being let down from extacy.
bring me to the max, the optimum, the peak of satisfaction,
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