A strong pair of hands belong gripped on my thick hips.
Squeezing them with raw lust that will flow through my body like a river of sin.
The face attached to those hands will smirk at me.
His hands will drift to my chocolate derriere.
Both cheeks won’t fit in his hands.
Yet he will have handfuls of my homegrown thickness.

He’ll have a pair of thick lips that will softly kiss my ****** ones.
His kiss would tell my body his deep desires.
He desires to be the first man to explore my love gardens.
My ***** is wrapped tighter than a highly anticipated birthday gift.
My vaginal walls tremble for a masculine touch.
His hands deserve access to unwrap my most prized possession.
My legs will spread apart with no hesitation.

His lips will greet my lower ones with a soft kiss.
My lower lips are more sensitive than a mimosa pudica.
My lower lips will respond with a cry of liquid pleasure.

And he will deserve it.
And I will need it.

His tongue strokes will send electricity through my body.
My ***** will become a swimming pool of excitement.
My walls will separate with each flick
to make room for something thicker.
My cat will eye his hard curiosity and crave a pounding.
I won’t need him to start tender.
My fingers will dig into his back as he enters my moist caverns.
My body will become his possession.
He will kiss my lips,
cheeks, and
neck as he conquers my body.

But missionary won’t be enough.

No,

I would need him behind me.
My cheeks will bounce off his pelvis and then clap together.
The clapping sounds will sound like a standing ovation to my ears.
Or that of me being in deep trouble.
The man won’t be mad.
Just overly excited.

My sheets and female region will be a mess.
So will his crotch.
His musky scent will be buried inside of me.
My juicy scent will lace the shaft of his ****.
Permanently.

I could touch myself regularly.
But his touch will be more satisfying.
My wet lips are his
and no other hand or shaft
could ever change that.

-Mia J
8/29/2021

© 2021 Mia J

I crave your taste every day.
I picked you on a bright summer day
among other berries like you.  
But your rough yet mushy exterior
tempted my senses one too many times.
As black as the midnight skies you are,
your taste is as delectable as your kiss.
Your juices coat my tongue and flow
down my throat like wine thrown in the air.
I constantly crave it.
One bite of you sets my tastebuds ablaze.

You’re just so juicy.
Each drop of you is beneficial
for my body.
Your Vitamin C brightens my skin
and works and relaxes my brain.
You assist with my sight and keep
me healthy and energetic.
You quench my thirst and fill my
belly,
each and every time.  
My peach adores you most.
Each bite of you makes her bigger.
Rounder, and fuller than a full moon.
She craves your sweet presence
as much as I do.

Your fruit is far from forbidden.

You’re just too tempting to
hold out for more than one
or two days at a time.  
I crave you everyday of the week.
You make my body feel wanted
and my being feel desired.

May I please just have you every day?
  
© 2024 Mia J

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let him untie your bow
Spread your legs and be his intimate ***
He knows your lewd desires without you telling
The concentrated flicks of his tongue will have you yelling
To the top of your lungs with years of hidden lust
Inhale and exhale if you must
Relax and let him give you his hard bone
Warm to the touch and stiffer than stone
Stroke after stroke will begin to poke
At that button causing you to feel stoked
Kitty Kat will tighten up and clamp
Your juices, as juicy as they please, will grow damp
Beneath your full moon
Your ****** will punctually arrive soon
The puddle will sneak out of your garden
He’ll beat it up so supremely that he won’t need a pardon

Your Kitty Kat is stronger than you know
She’s so tight that he won’t ever tell you no
She’s a Soprano while he is a baritone
That slings and swings lower than a silenced microphone

Kitty Kat was the lock and his bone was the lost key
That you waited for

Warm kitty, moist kitty, let Big Papa make that ***** purr.
You can handle every inch as the good girl you are.
Claw and scratch at his back and his sheets.

Foxy little Kitty Kat,
Let Big Papa conquer you as a lion conquers his lioness.

-Mia J
10/20/2024

© 2024 Mia J

Chocolate is delicious.

Dark chocolate is arguably the best.
Or should I say, your dark chocolate is the best.
The absolute best.
Shaped like a candy bar with nuts deep inside here and there.
Girth as thick as your forearm and length as long as a Boa Constrictor.
After the first touch,
I needed your dark chocolate.
I tasted it, I licked it, I played with it until my hand grew tired.
My lips became attached at first taste.
Having to pull them away felt like committing a crime.
Such a forbidden act led to more naughty actions.
If tasting you was so wrong, I didn’t deserve to be right.
I wish I could’ve enjoyed my first taste longer.
I remember my mouth being stuffed and filled up with your dark chocolate goodness.

When our bodies became one,
it felt like our dark chocolate floated on a nimbus cloud.
You melted onto me, and I couldn’t fight my need.
Our dark chocolate belonged melted on one another.
My mind stayed focused on you.
You looked at me like my chocolate, every drop of it; was your curvy possession.
Your dark chocolate was warm on top of mine.
It warmed me up and made me whole.
Each stroke was made with lust.
I couldn’t get enough.
And neither could you.
You splashed your chocolate milk to the deepest depths and left nothing unsplash.
I took it like the big girl that I am.

We melt together frequently.
It’s a crime for us to not to.
We’re the perfect pair.
Our bodies deserve to be melted together.
Sending waves of passion and love and lust to each other.

When our chocolate melts, the world stops.
Mother Nature grants us unlimited time to melt
onto each other.

Call me a Nymphomaniac because I am addickted to your dark chocolate.
Real bad.  

-Mia J
5/11/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Every inch of her body is his most prized possession.

Her ***** is his favorite part.

Her moisture level surpasses that of a shower from nature.

Not even a tsunami could outrain her.

Her velvet knows when her owner needs it.

The most sensitive part of her pink slowly trembles.

Will Daddy lick her too?

Or will he simply go between her lips?

They cry tears of impatience and lust when he decides.

It only makes it easier for him to slide in.

She adjusted to his length long before
he ever penetrated her.

The way it smelled made her mouth water like a fountain.

The warmth of him made her hotter than 350 degrees.

The taste reminded her of a lollipop she was forbidden to have.

So delicious and she anticipates him more than dessert.

He belonged in her mouth.

In present day, he lives there and populates daily.

She swallows every drop like the good girl she is.

His liquids travel down her throat like a roller coaster after it reaches its peak.

He places her legs on his shoulders and pounds away.

Her ***** may as well be a bass drum

While his **** is the drumstick that won’t stop beating
even if it knows it needs to rest.

He bends her over and pushes her stomach flat.

Her *** arched in the air like she’s a resident from St. Louis.

Daddy claps her luscious cheeks like she’s being punished.

He spills out all of his man milk inside of her
and no drop goes unwaisted.

Her slit could go for another round.
Even four more if Daddy wants.

Hell, they’d live in each other’s skin if it were possible.
Connecting the way they do sexually ought to be a kept secret.
Because one just can’t go without the other.
Flashbacks and **** imaginations won’t suffice one bit.
They need the real thing.
Their seductive fantasies are acted out every night.

Naturally lubricated *** that sounds as nasty as it does ****.
Warm bodies rubbing against the other while perspiration
sinks into the skin.
Sounds of passion color the air like a page torn from a Kamasutra.
**** faces framed with such pleasure that it can never be erased.

They’ll happily do as the other pleases.
Anytime, and definitely any place.

8/3/2023

© 2023 Mia J

Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.

Oh, I just know that I will!

As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.

Is this what going out of space feels like?

With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.

5-9-2021
Mia J

© 2021 Mia J

Her storms had been brewing for far too long.
Summer could only rain in June.
But her storms were on the brink of splashing down.
Humidity naturally caused her atmosphere to be hot annually.
June had run out of chances for Summer.
Summer was past the age of drizzling a small amount
on her own.

July came after June.
And was Summer’s new favorite month.
July made Summer so moist.
But she couldn’t let her storms come.  

At first.

Summer needed permission to rain in July.
But July was above 96 degrees on the first.
July made Summer feel warm and welcome.
July gave Summer a chance to relax properly.
Summer relaxed and let her storm rain all over July.
Her full clouds rumbled and clapped furiously on July.

Her waters made July as soaked as the Atlantic Ocean.
Summer couldn’t hold out for too long.
One release in July confirmed her need for a release
more frequently.
Summer was a hot-natured season.
And only wanted a month who could match her alluring ways.

-Mia J
7-11-2021

© 2021 Mia J