Be My Valentine III: Red Chocolate

Turn me on, in black panties and bra

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

So sexy, like you’re laid out at a spa

Ahh, ahh, ahh… ooh

Let’s do something new, tonight, sex tantric

Without physical contact, make your body orgasmic

Tease and please you with different kinds of foreplay

Release chakra, as the mind sways

My hands do a rhythmic dance, inches from frame

Skin tone desirable, hot as red flames

Breathe, baby, I pantomime, stroking your yoni

I groan, you squirm… moan for me… moan for me

I’m yours forever, can’t loan me… can’t loan me

I’ll never share, sensuous mystic in me

honors sensuous mystic in you

Our love ritual is the exotic you… exotic you

You massage me with your titties, they’re perky

My lingam rock hard, feeling jerky

I’m tingling, pulse is a bass drum

Soul relaxed, it begins to strum

Can’t take it anymore, I pre cum

I want some, signaled in a magical hum

Ring around the booty

Feels good and juicy

Asses… asses, I have a meltdown

To bury myself in you, I go longest

I’m a king getting it on with a goddess

Tasting and swirling Godiva Chocolate

I’m the key to your potion box, pop and unlock it

My affection is the softest Valentine

   Beyond February 14^th, our tantra will shine

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author. 

Dance With Me All Night

I may groove by myself from a distance

I get a rise, when you hit the floor, for instance

Watch the way you gyrate your hips

I imagine close, like kiss lips

Trying to figure how I can be smooth

in my approach, sweet as a tooth

I take little steps into personal space

If we could just brush our clothing together, face

Touch and embrace in form of a hug

 Hold you dear to me, as we cut a rug

Lost in the moment and perfume

Your sexiness and moves I presume

Of course, I’m on it, you back up that booty

Ain’t gonna hurt nobody, I’m not scared

Yeah, I’m gonna think what it is with us naked

Still in awe, I passed the stage of rejection

Now, you work on me, one hell of an erection

More you dip low, I wanna dip it low

Break a sweat, we grind fast and slow

A different rhythm means a new beat

 I’m doing best, not to stomp your gorgeous feet

It becomes intense, we lock hands and fingers

to the fine tunes of rappers and singers

We go at it, song after song

I desire wee hours to last long

Might get frustrated, if we have to break

Don’t wanna disappear and you’re with another man

He didn’t discover you, a treasure in strobe lights

I wouldn’t stand to see you make his night

I fondle and twirl you, all around, tight

I’m not mad or much the jealous type

Not my girl, but you give me some kinda hype

Upon a time, it was called getting my freak on

After a party, I got mine is what I speak on

No numbers, at least I copped feels

Pretty women in dresses, leggings, jeans, or heels

Halter tops, sight for sore eyes, bodies slammin’

I’m jamming, wish inside of you, I’m jammin’

Nonstop, bounce up and down your breasts to legs

Baby, I only request a dance, don’t have me beg

© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.