I LONG... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

I LONG TO BE
PART OF HER WEEKEND
FANTASIZING AS SHE
TEXT ME LEAVING
THOUGHTS OF INTIMACY
IN MY HEAD LIKE ZANE
MENTALLY CHRONICLING SEX
MAYBE SEX ON CHRONIC  
WITH A LITTLE CHAMPAGNE
MIXED IN GIVING
ME THE POWER TO PERFORM
LIKE A PORNSTAR SINCE
SHE THINKS THAT 
I'M HUNG LIKE ONE OR
AT LEAST THAT'S THE IMPRESSION
I GET FROM THE PICTURES I SENT
WHEN SHE REVEALED
SHE BEEN PLAYING WITH
HERSELF EVER SINCE...

HOW I LONG TO
SMELL HER FINGERS
OR WATCH HER SUCK THEM
SUCH A TURN ON
MY MIND WONDERS 
FURTHER INTO DEEPER THOUGHTS
LIKE DIFFERENT STROKES IN
MR DRUMMOND DRUMMING
HER PLACE THAT'S VERY
SELDOMLY PENETRATED 
TIGHTLY SUFFOCATED
AND DROWNED BUT
WITH THAT HEAD
WHO NEEDS TO BREATHE...

I JUST LONG TO
FIT PERFECTLY IN
HER MIDSECTION DAILY
LIKE A PANTY
DO SEXUAL VANITY FAIR
WHEN WE DO IT IN THE MIRROR
I STARE UNFAIRLY
AS I FORCE HER EYES CLOSE
FILL IT TO THE LIMIT
AND POSE LIKE A SUPERHERO
LET HER BACK IT UP FOR AWHILE
WHILE I STAY STILL
FROZEN LIKE BELOW ZERO
UNTIL I'M READY TO GO
ZERO TO SIXTY
FASTER THAN A BUGATTI  
POP THAT BUBBLE AND BUST
LIKE A BAZOOKA JOE...;)