The desperation
of my wanting you
is parched
on my lips.

The more I’m wanting to feel
the warm smooth texture
of your
choca-moco-lata-skin
pressed against mine
the parchness increases.

White and dry
are the lips
that want you.

White and dry
is the inside of the mouth
that wants to partake
of you.

Weak
and bereft of strength
are the arms
that want to hold you.

Pains of my hunger
weakens me
as I am starved of your essence
in the physical form.

The only existence of me
lives on
in the firm
rock solid
male member
whose throbbing with every heartbeat
pangs me
as I’ve already exceeded
the maximus
of its dimensions.

Pre-cummed
for suckle
the lips
of your vagina.

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker