I USE THE SAME FORCE... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

2 THAT'S THE

NUMBER

I USE ON HER

FINGERS LIKE 

WAFFLE STICKS 

DIPPED IN SYRUP

THUMB IN ROTATION 

AGAINST THE CLIT

THE MIDDLE AND THE 

RING ON THE INSIDE

PINKY AND THE INDEX 

SQUEEZING LIPS MAKING 

MY HAND LOOK DEVILISH 

IN THE SHAPE OF THE SIGN

GETTING NICE AND 

WET LIKE I SANK IT 

IN A WATER BUCKET...

SHE GOT HER LEGS 

BEHIND HER HEAD

TRYING TAKE IT HOW

I GIVE IT WHEN I MIMIC

THE MOVEMENTS 

OF MY HAND LIKE 

THAT OF MY STROKE

I USE THE SAME FORCE

IT TAKES FOR HER 

TO SAY MY NAME WHILE

SHE HOLDS IT OPEN SESAME

TO A PLACE THAT MOISTURE 

RUNS LIKE THE GREAT LAKES

DIVIDING HER VAGINAL 

LANDSCAPE LIKE THEY DO 

CANADA AND THE UNITED STATES...

PUSH THEM IN ALL THE WAY
DEEP AND WATCH THEM
VIBRATE LIKE TREE ROOTS
DURING A EARTHQUAKE
HER LEGS SHAKE WHEN
I ADD SOME TONGUE
TO THE EQUATION
NO FACE OR MOUTH
COVERING I WANNA
HEAR IT ALL, SEE IT ALL
EVERYTHING I MISS
WHEN I FOCUSED INSIDE HER
NEEDS TO BE ON DISPLAY
WHEN I USE MY FINGERS
TO PUSH HER BUTTONS
LIKE KEYBOARDS
THEN ENTER....;-)