CUT THIS MORNING WOOD... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

SUN RISING SEEMS
BRIGHTER IN THIS
HIGH MORNING SKY
COVERED TIRED EYES
SUPPLY A FIGHT
AGAINST LIGHT
TRYING TO KEEP
MY DREAMS ALIVE
INSIDE MY MIND
I PONDER WHY
I'M SLEEP AND UP
AT THE SAME TIME
THEN I SNEAK A PEEK
AT THE BODY TYPE
I LAY BESIDE AS
A NICE REMINDER...

SHE SOUND ASLEEP
BUT HER BODY
LANGUAGE
SPEAKS DIRECTLY
ESPECIALLY
HER BOOTY
WHEN SHE PIN ME
UP AGAINST THE WALL 
I NEVER GET IT
TWISTED BUT
SHE LAY SIDEWAYS
TRYING TO GET STUCK OR
CUT THIS MORNING WOOD...

SHE GOT THIS MOVE
WHEN SHE STRETCH
SHE PUT HER HAND
BEHIND HER BACK
REACHES FOR IT
AND INDISCREETLY
SLIDES IT IN
LIKE SHE BEING SNEAKY
LIKE I CANT FEEL
THE LEAKY WETNESS
ON HIM AS HE ENTERS
OR LIKE I DON'T KNOW
THAT POSITION
DRIVES HER CRAZY
MAKES HER SHAKY
ACT POSSESSED LIKE
A OUTER BODY EXPERIENCE...;-)