I’m a woman
With grown man needs
I like to be touched, teased, and squeezed
Straight to the point
Sexually I please
With ease
So weak in the knees as he releases
His sauce or his
Well you know
His formula
His liquid gold secret
Happens so fast
I never see it
Because I make it disappear
Close my eyes
No need to fear
The Air leaving body I can feel
She’s beyond orgasmic
A Spiritual Delicacy
Gives his tastes buds chills