WHERE COOKIES CRUMBLE... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

I GOT THIS JUST FOR YOU
A FOLDOUT MASSAGE TABLE
WITH YOUR NAME ON IT
A NAKED RESERVATION
APACHE PLAYING IN MY MIND
FORCING MY HANDS
TO PLACES THAT NEED
MORE ATTENTION
LESS MASSAGING
INFINITE LICKING UNTIL
I REGAIN MY COMPOSURE
MOUTH WATERS WHEN
MY FINGER TIPS HITS
HER INNER THIGHS
MOANING RELAXING TONES
DEEP BREATHS AS I GET CLOSE
EXHALES ARE LIKE
PLEASURE ECHOS
THAT PON DE REPLAY
RESONATING FROM ONE
HEAD TO ANOTHER...

SHE ALWAYS WONDERS IF
I APPRECIATE HER CURVES
LIKE THAT OF WHICH
SCREEN SAVERS ARE MADE
POSTERS AND WEB PAGE DISPLAYS
OF BIKINIS BARLEY IN PLACE
A PERCEPTION OF HERS
AS I TOUCH WITH
NONDISCRIMINATORY GLOVES
RUBBED WITH PRECISION
RESULTING IN CURLED UP TOES
WITH LIP BITING MIXED IN
HEATED OILS DRIPPING
DOWN HER CLITORIS
JUST MASKING THE WETNESS
TRAPPED BETWEEN THE
SMOOTHEST LIMBS TREBLING
FIGHTING THEMSELVES
NOT TO COME OPEN...

UNTIL WE REACH
THE HAPPY ENDING PORTION
WHERE COOKIES CRUMBLE
FROM BEING TICKLED BY TONGUES
FEARS OF INADEQUACY
GO DOWN LIKE WALLS WHEN
CLAMPED AROUND ONE
BUILD UPS ARE
BROUGHT TO A HEAD
AND THEN DETONATED
LIKE A TIME BOMB
I FEEL TICKING WHILE
I'M FLICKING IT
UP UNTIL THE BUZZER
THEN HER TIMES UP...;-)