“Brotha you got a long, fat, chocolate sleek sweet tasting treat, my ear drums slurp
down your release,” she said.
“What?”
“I mean it goes so deep it stretches my intellect to its maximum!” she said.
“HUH?”
“Listen! It touches me immensely!” she said.
“What?”
“Listen! It’s that African drum deepness shaking my cervix its width and length
are infinite. My eyes lose focus, my throat loses air, that’s why only screams are
there!” She said.
“What?”
“Listen! You move me and my insides deeply my eardrums cum
knowledge.”
“Listen!”
Finally, I heard she wasn’t talking ‘bout my dick she was talking ‘bout my words.
About the Creator
I AM. Master of Arts
I love all forms of art and hope to create a master piece in each one before I die. I'm an alumni of Ashford University, double BA in Psychology & Sociology & MA in Psychology. The art of thinking is the most appealing thing to me.
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