The Lioness Part I
By Michelle
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The Lioness Part I
So…you wanna see the freak in me, huh?
Good. You’ve been paying enough attention to know that she’s there
From the way that I flip my hair and the smile that flashes like a heavenly glare
When the word “dick” drifts from over here to over there. And you could swear
That you heard the purr of my lioness at the
Simple Mention
Of
The
Word.
“Well”, I said, as we both looked at the bed wondering how long we would waste time
And oral energy
On this talkin’ shit…
See, the first thing you have to do is forget
The idea that you’re gonna screw me.
You see, screwing is just a tease.
Your goal should be to bring me to my knees
To make me forget past memories, replacing them with
Fantasies of you
Working this pussy out again…
Make fucking another feel like a sin…
Make your dick and tongue my best friends,
Then tell me you’re not finished and
Do
It
Again.
And then…the freak might peek out
Sneak out for a minute
And the toes will
Curl
And the eyes will
Roll,
And the head will
Spin,
And when you ask me to do it again…I might.
I WANT you to tease me….No.
Don’t just be satisfied with making me hot.
I want…
I want my spot to be a furnace blazing so hard that
10 firefighters in earnest couldn’t put me out
But your tongue might
And as you bite and nibble and suck and tickle my clit
My inner freak is bound to swivel a bit from behind her desk
Circle your head with my tongue swallow then gently caress your dick with the vibrations of my vocal chords
Humming a tune something between
“In the Mood for Love” and “Feenin’”
Please me with your fingers or lay back and
Writhe and jerk as I
Suck and slurp and lick and work
Your dick with my throat, making your temperature shoot out of the gauge…
Then you may begin to understand why I keep her in a cage
And give her away in small doses –
But it’s what you asked for.
Later you can mix the taste of my pussy and ass
With the grass
As we
Recover & laugh & talk
About our favorite parts
Of the evening.
But that can’t happen till you do your part
“When can we start?”, you said.
That was three months ago.
And ya’ll this nigga ain’t gone yet!
(Meant to be performed live at True Brew – spoken word joint in New Orleans)
