THE LIONS DEN

(BOOTY CALL)

Let me be your booty call.
I mean that shit with all my heart.
Let me be the one you call when you need to nut.
When you need that clit flicked in that particular way.
Your hair pulled and your back scratched.
Let me walk in the door and show you my lion.
My ferocity as I sling you on the bed and push your legs back.
Bury my face as you try to contain your moans.
As they escape and you grip the sheets.
Let me place you on your knees and rub at your fluttering petals.
Pull you back and forth and watch the ripples and waves.
I pushing at the arch of your back.
I biting you softly on the back of your neck.
Let me lose myself in the softness of your velvety.
Place your nipples in my mouth.
Taste of your fruit and your femininity.
Skin of burnt brass and hair of wool.
Eyes open wide in surprise.
You in the throes of orgasm after orgasm.
Let me have my way with you as you have yours with me.
Drops of precum and drips of your liquidity.
We drenched in the dew of our endeavors.
Slick with sweet sweat.
Muscles contracting and releasing.
You screaming, or is that me?
I never beg.
Let me be your booty call.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY