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...;-)

ERICA COULDN'T.... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

VANESSA THE UNDRESSER

GOT A NEW VICTIM WHEN
ERICA COULD'NT HANDLE HER LIQUOR 

AFTER THE PRESSURE
OF TRYING TO IMPRESS
THIS NEW GUY GOT TO HER
FIVE SHOTS AND SHE WAS THREW
CALLED EARL A FEW TIMES
THEN REPLIED I NEED A RIDE
A PLACE TO CRASH IN A BIND
NO PANTIES DRESS ON THE RISE
EYES BARELY OPEN SLURRED SEXY VOICE
RASPY OFF THE SAUCE
WHISPERING OUT I HEARD ABOUT YOU
THE DOUBLE EDGE SWORD
YOU KEEP UNDER THE PILLOW
GOING BOTH WAYS LIKE A CATERPILLAR
SUCKING THE NECTAR OFF A PEACH
WITH ONE IN YOUR HAND MULTI-TASKING...

SO THEY LEAVE TOGETHER
FLEEING THE VULTURES NEST
TO THE COMFORTABLE SURROUNDINGS
OF BREST ON BREST KISSING
A PATRON AFTER TASTE SEEPING
THREW FRESHLY WAXED PORES
ERICA PAUSED
TO ADMIRE VANESSA'S APPROACH
TO GATES FROM BELOW
THE PRETTIEST DOOR CLOSED
REMINISCENT OF A CATHEDRAL
GOING AGAINST GOD'S LAWS
FOR ONE SPITE ONE NIGHT ONLY...

WE DON'T NORMALLY BUT
SHE BEEN SO HORNY LATELY
BEEN ABOUT 365 TIMES 3 SINCE
THESE LIPS WAS GRAZED NOW LEAVING
LIP GLOSS STAINS IN SKIN CREASES
VEERING OFF LANES DRUNK
DRIVING HER WALLS INSANE
WITH A FEMINIST TOUCH NO PAIN
JUST LUST NO REDO'S OR REGRETS
ONLY WETNESS GATHERINGS
PORING OVER ORAL COMMISSURES
RUNNING DOWN CHINS AND CHEEKS
THEN KISSED OFF WITH
INNOCENT ENDINGS...;-)