Good Girl Gone bad

Good Girl Gone bad

A Poem by J.L. Davenport
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Ever wonder what happens to your girl when she walks into the club/bar with the weight of her lover on her shoulders? She ends up with another man in her bed feeling like a rose

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I met with the devil yesterday
Invisible horns and handsome face
He had a skillful game to play
How many f***s shall it take to rip her heart in two?
Did he even think it through?
Just laid there
Wide open, eyes smiling, lashes batting and heart skipping
Ready to screw
Had I known what he would do?
I do not think he knew
That a good girl can go bad very fast

Amen for that sassy smile
Sexy walk, nice a*s and big dick
Jump and shout for the good f*****g
Halleluiah working out my fatback
Love handles came in handy
Saddle up big boy and ride that horsy
Must have been my lucky number
Wasn�t the Powerball
Hurting legs heavy eyes
Feels like a hammer went upside my head
Somehow, slick feet and all up in my face with
Sensual lips across my lips, heavy breathing inside my neck and
Nibbling on my ear
Got up in my bed
He didn�t stay there for long
He was tossing me and flipping me
All around
Far from a brotha, man with no color dipping into my river
Faster than the current
Forming waves on my thighs
FLIP
Breeze can�t even hit the a*s cheeks quick enough
I got wings on my lashes
Nightlight tripping on my brain
TOSS
Brotha with no color betwixt the stereotype
Got a sista slurring words and choking on spit whimpers
Poppin her back
More f*****g like that�s**t more f*****g like
TAG TEAM
up against the wall translating the various shapes and colors
Sweaty palms will not hold me
Sliding down a hairy chest wetting up my breast like a wash board
Head bounced back
Man done rammed into my speedway
SCORE
Spinning like space
Granite hands about my waist replace the shaft for a taste with his tongue
How long will this go on?
Lean wit it
Bounce back
Oh my Gawd
FLIP
down like an acrobat I cannot feel my legs
Straddled over his shoulders to the back of his head
Falling on wet floppy testicles and velvet fingers
Trying to get back in it his throbbing member
P***y is hot, as an incinerator and it won�t stop climaxing
The g-spot stuck in a Charley horse
Moans turn to cry
Dry my eyes I am screaming
A*s cheeks stuck
Teeth and sweat against my shoulder blades
I feel him in my gut
Tweak the n*****s slide the fingers down my middle
Moreover, I see stars�.
I just floated across mars and a cat being chased by a dog
The long hand strokes the short hand of the clock that fell from the nightstand
S**t that was new
The dynamism of the body�s fire
When all its desire is fulfilled times two
Back to the real world girl
�So dude that was real good, and all, and now I will say bye
It was really nice to meet ya.�
With a smile on my face
�Hmm, ya baby that was great.�
Dick limp condom slipping and a blank face
�I can�t stay?�
P***y still smiling
Never gonna get fucked like this again
Angel in my head, �don�t be civil he�s not a friend he�s a man and all he can do is stroke the middle!�
Devil in my bed
�Nah man, get your clothes on and go.�

� J.L Davenport 2007 �Pen Leakage�, coming soon




© 2008 J.L. Davenport


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LMAO @ the end... this was great....

In the beginning there was so much movement, I couldn't tell if she was f*****g one man or two, but it became clear in the end... I guess it was supposed to be like that, the sex was so good, it seemed like she had two instead of one... but ummm...

He's still got to go

Posted 16 Years Ago


Damn boo this was too much for me lol. Nah it was great and mostly, it was creative. I pictured it in my head I guess thats the devil in me. Nah but I felt this though.
Go head with yo nasty self, love.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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