darkness

darkness

A Poem by Kenny L. Mitchell

"darkness" Late at night When the house Is still My breath Becomes Short And my Pulse Quickens With Subtle Anticipation I lick My fingers As my sacred Garden Grows moist And anxious Silk Panties Are quickly Discarded As My middle Finger Gently strokes My aching Desires Massaging My breasts I lick The tips Of my aroused N*****s Flicking them Like a Serpent's Tongue I moan as My river Flows into A mighty Ocean Cascading Like a waterfall Powerful, Gushing Unstoppable Deeper And deeper I explore Myself As my Hips And Thighs Rise To each Orgasmic Thrust My head Tosses Back And forth In my pillow I tremble… I moan… I smile… Knowing That Sweet Darkness Will Always Keep my Secrets

© 2009 Kenny L. Mitchell


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I could literally see all of this. Good imagery! I like this piece.

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Added on June 29, 2009
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Kenny L. Mitchell
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I have been off of this site for nearly ten years! I've since published five novels (the sixth is about to drop in a few weeks) and I even started my own publishing company. I have never stopped wri.. more..

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