Headstepper
poem by:
Jay Shades
Written
on Nov 13, 2019
Sat on a step getting head . The wind blows and cools the trickle of sweat on my head . Still fully erect. Mind thinking overtime why this woman is sucking the life right out of me with this amazing head. The air is crisp and the clouds are clear am pulsating feeling the tongue move around my main vein and am here in this moment. Not thinking about the cup of tea I had nor the vodka i had a couple hours prior . Wired or not she has me where she wants. Am a slave to her skills . There is no choice but to kill .....this thrill
Tags: Happy, Love, Faith, Hope, Wishful,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 13, 2019 at 3:47pm
Very poetic.....
Jay Shades
commented on Nov 14, 2019 at 1:04am
I jus went with the feel and moment
A previous user
commented on Nov 17, 2019 at 7:12pm
Would you prefer to be a wanker? Tehemuwahahamehooha :D
A previous user
commented on Nov 17, 2019 at 7:14pm
Good write bro, been there. Enjoy the moment cos soon it starts talking and needing stuff that costs everything you have lol.
Jay Shades
commented on Nov 21, 2019 at 2:47pm
For real the goodies all come at the start . Then you ask for a hand job and then you get some sort of police questioning.
