I’m a woman With grown man needs I like to be touched, teased, and squeezed Straight to the point Sexually I please With ease So weak in the knees as he releases His sauce or his Well you know His formula His liquid gold secret Happens so fast I never see it Because I make it disappear Close my eyes No need to fear The Air leaving body I can feel She’s beyond orgasmic A Spiritual Delicacy Gives his tastes buds chills Continue reading