ROMANTICISM: "DREAM SEX" BY WORDSMITH

Nothing blossoms my happiness,

Like watching you dress, in your sexy tender lingerie,

Made of the softest lace, key in undressing my thoughts,

Each time mindful of penning you tight on my lonely bed.

Every second, I'm assimilated by your beauty,

Zealous to abate, mind consumed playing with your bush,

In tush, with my hands mapping every curve,

Accompanied with great kisses on your delicious lips,

caressing every inch of your gorgeous skin.

You inspire in me a ravenous need,

Giving a validation of lust to feast,

Taking you from behind,

as I pen you on the wall,

And fuck you like a beast.

I love the feeling of your steady heartbeat,

Beating while your nipples thrust my chest into actions,

As you scream, worshipping my dick,

"Wordsmith,please" hit my couchie deep

THE WORDSMITH, CBK 😊✊

Mbele ni sawa😘🇰🇪

Art of love

The poet persona admires the seductive attributes of his woman, with catchy and realistice words. The voice of the poem also confesses his sexual thirst towards this woman.