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One date with you is all I ask
To express with trembling lips, fingering desires over a glass
Scotch, whiskey, vodka or Johnny walker with a taste of class
One date with you is my one and only task

One hour with you, alone with you
To make something new, do you think it too?
This is a poem so I'll make it short
Unhooking your bra, emboldened after some vodka shots

I'll lock eyes with you in a magical style
Raising your thighs up above so high
If I was a porn star, I'll always play this part
Lying you down, fingering while I spread your thighs apart

I'll pause and listen why you giggle
Smiling as I bring my lips to your nipple and tickle
I'll glide my fingers all over, feeling your vibration
Holding and guiding your fingers to my stoic erection

Kissing you all over till your body shivers and spasms
Opening my zipper for you to suck and release my sperms
I wouldn't cum yet till I have made you wet and cream
Then kneeling between your thighs till you orgasm and scream

I'll place you in so many positions and work at your command
Touching you all over with my fingers and hand
I'll lick you like a lollipop, a sight that would cause lil Wayne to drop the world at your fucking head
One round with you, you will be begging for ten more on my master bed

From Lagos to Jalingo, my desire will travel fast and furious with a touch
Not even Rogue can absorb this heat I feel, that burns longer than Olympics torch
I will occupy you till you cum, with sinful thrusts I will multiply sensual bliss
Like a missionary, with calculated steps I will take you to climax, stopping at orgasm with a lingering kiss

One date with you, is all I desire
To quench this thirst, and douse this fire
One hour with you, or maybe two
What do you say, do you want this too?


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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