THE TRACTOR BEAM... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

HER BODY WAS BORN
TO BE ENJOYED BY ONE
LIKE SHE HAD
A PREDETERMINED
SEXUAL DESTINATION
A COLLISION COURSE
WITH YOURS TRULY
NO ESCAPING
LIKE IN HER THIGHS
THEREIN LIES
THE TRACKER BEAM
I ALWAYS SEEM
TO GET CAUGHT UP
FIND MYSELF
INSIDE HER NEVER
WANTING TO LEAVE...

TO DESCRIBE THE FEELING
I USE WORDS
EVEN THOUGH THAT
FIRST INSERT
IS IMPOSSIBLE TO
PUT IN SOME
ITS LIKE SHE HAVE LITTLE
HANDS MASSAGING HIM
ON THE INSIDE OF HER
MY FIRST REACTION
IS TO CUM BUT
MY MIND KNOWS
WHAT MY MOUTH WON'T
BE ABLE TO SAY
MINUTE MANS UNWANTED
GOTTA KEEP THE PACE...

I KNOW I WEAR IT
ON MY FACE
THE LOOK OF PLEASURE
EYES CLOSED AND
ROLLED WHEN I ENTER
ON TOP LIKE A TANK
OR FROM THE BACK
LIKE A HATCH
I CAN'T UNATTACH
FROM HER
VENUS MAN TRAP
OR PINK PENIS EATER
DEPENDING ON
WHEN YOU SEE IT
IT CAN BE EITHER OR
BUT CLAIMED ONCE AGAIN
BY YOURS TRULY...;)

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...;)

SMASH OF THE TITANS... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

RECENTLY SHE DUBBED ME
A WORDY GENIUS A CREATIVE GOD
FOR THE WAY I
VERBALLY CONCUR HER
SAID MY SILVER TONGUE
BECOMES TROUBLESOME
WHEN I CONJURE UP
VISIONS OF LINING HER
CLOUD SHAPE BODY
CAUSING SOME MOISTURE
IN BETWEEN HER
A GODDESS HERSELF
COMPLEXION LIKE THE SUN
MANY MEN AND WOMEN
LOVE TO BASK IN HER GLOW...

LAYING ON A BED
FLUFFY WHITE PILLOWS
GOLD BED FRAME
HEADBOARD IMAGINATIVELY
RESEMBLES THAT OF MOUNT OLYMPUS
OUR BODIES CONNECTED
SMASH OF THE TITANS
WHILE WE FIGHT
THE FEELING TO EXPLODE
THUNDER AND LIGHTING
THOR BETWEEN THE SHEETS
ARES THE GOD OF WAR
WE DO IT ON PEDALS
WAR OF THE ROSES
WITH POSEIDON RESIDING
WHEN I MAKE THE BED QUAKE
CONTROLLING HER SEA...

LEAVE IT TO ME
WE WOULD DO THIS EVERYDAY
DEMIGODS TESTING THE PHYSICAL
REACTIONS OF OUR MORTAL BODIES
CREATING STARS IN SHAPES
TO ILLUSTRATE HOW WE DO IT
MAKING LOVE INFINITELY
STRETCHING THROUGHOUT SPACE
A MILKY WAY CONTINUUM UNTIL
WE SPONTANEOUSLY CUM-BUST
MOONS AND PLANETS
A BIG BANG...;)