Red

Making Love

Red

Turn on the red light, I want to see you move your sexy, curvy body. She slowly sits on the table, her legs wide open. I like it when you bite your lips, you look at me as if I’m about rip all your clothes off. She smiles. She likes it when I talk dirty to her

She slowly moved her hand, playing with her long black hair. I move towards her. My hands are on her thick thighs.

She starts to unbutton my shirt. I’m kissing her neck. Her eyes stare at me. I feel her feminine energy like a cold, refreshing air. She allows me remove her black bra. Seeing her stretch marks makes me feel the possibility of diving into a pool of ecstasy, feeling divine black woman power when her femininity is divine.

Her body is a work of art, a piece I want paint, draw and colour.

She tells me she wants me all inside her. Mind, body and spirit. I need her body in ways I can’t explain. My mind goes crazy for her. I lose myself like a wild lion.

The red lights are off, but we keep going like wild lions. She may have conquered my mind, but I have conquered her body.