Stilettos And Hair Poem by Josephe Buchanan

What's under that dress is so sacred and juicy, with sun fire burning,
desire and passion

I look at your dress, and the arch in your back from those stilettos or
pumps, all your humps, and your humps

I love all that hair, whether curly of corn rolled, long or cut short,
your always perfect complexion

Earrings, lip gloss, high check bones, sexy African waist beads, that
waistline is perfect, like beauties, reflection

The warmth of your yoni, makes me cry when you hold me, if you went down
the road, oh baby I'm lonely

I love all your features, we sex like some creatures, from jungles, and
swamps, like gators attack

I love hair with no pins, and no cloths on your body, just you and your
stilettos, and me on your back.