Traveling the 7 Seas

Let me take you on a funky ride
The ups and downs of our bodies collide
Morning dew from your juices
Leaving condensation on my pubics
Require slippery when wet signs
All around the room that's cubic
No rubik's
NO rubric
Could score our fantasy
As we float into ecstasy
It's just you...with me
I lick from your calf
To the back of your knee
You squirm plead, "Don't stop baby"
I grasp your backside and spread it apart
It's like a cave
As my tongue sails your seas like Noah's Ark
Your back is like the Oregon Trail
I leave kissprints on it
Creating the blueprint to your ograsms campus
Your neck is like a merry-go-round
I smell it slowly until your scent is permanently on my face
Then run my fingers through you hair
Just before I grab it and pull it back
You arch and I say, "Hark, I shall please thee
With the utmost urgency."
I'm in, you flinch, then grip my shaft with your wordplay
Today is the day
You came...I came...We came...Together

I'm so cooollldddd, I'm so cooollldddd

Why do we do that things we do? Is it for love? Money? Attention? Who knows. We put up with shit that we know we don't like, and at what cost? Many times I put myself out there, and I ask myself why? As a people, we thrive on the bad things (just look at the show Jackass). Too many times we tell someone what he/she is not doing/don't do anymore, when at times it could mean so much to let him/her know what he/she is doing. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated, but is there such thing as too much? I know that's off topic a little so back to my original topic. Too many times, a heart is worn on the sleeve only to be grasped by others and pumped at their beck and call. This is only grounds for destruction until it becomes hard and cold to the point in which it is unbreakable and able to withstand any pressure applied to it. Next thing you know, that chip on your shoulder has become a bag of Lays. Now that's food for thought.

M. Naranjo