curly black

He slept in my arms today, slept, wept, so far away and near. His sighs went deep, deep his eyes, deep and slow, slow, so slow and hours before the sighs, the eyes, were not so deep but sharp and quick. The rhythm went deep and then he sleep, slept, slept I say. In my arms he slept, black, skin like butter, creamy yellow, smooth like the pretense, smooth like the gift, smooth like music and introduction and seduction, long fingers, wet lips, supple and humble, all wrapped in him, him wrapped in it. Smooth butter, skin creamy and yellow, yellow I say, hair, words, expressions, suggestions, smiles and those touches, I see them, see it, hear it in his eyes, sees me in them, I'm there and thinking those thoughts, forbidden, foreign, forgotten and for real, thoughts of him sleeping, sighing deeply, rhythmic, passion, creamy butter, long and deep, wet fingers, lips, music, seductive words and curly black hair. I'm there and thinking those thoughts, forbidden, foreign, forgotten and for real, thoughts of him sleeping, sighing deeply, rhythmic, passion, creamy butter, long and deep, wet fingers, lips, music, seductive words and curly black hair. I'm there and thinking those thoughts, forbidden, foreign, forgotten and for real, thoughts of him sleeping, sighing deeply, rhythmic, passion, creamy butter, long and deep, wet fingers, lips, music, seductive words and curly black hair. I'm there and thinking those thoughts, forbidden, foreign, forgotten and for real, thoughts of him sleeping, sighing deeply, rhythmic, passion, creamy butter, long and deep, wet fingers, lips, music, seductive words and curly black hair.