Beautiful +Women
#8 - Ashley Graham

Beautiful +Women
#8 - Ashley Graham
Clenched hands, heat rising I begin to scream
No, don’t stop!
legs shaking, bed breaking
i am blurred with sweat dripping down my back
as her back is arched, pushing and pushing
something that is not of her own yet she claims it
as hers, deep down into my stomach, pumping it,
pumping it, pumping it.
I need to breath just let me breath, but her lips
leave silence in her mouth and she sucks my neck
her sweat dripping against my chest and she rocks
me, cradling my back and my thighs are wrapped around her
loosely and then tightly, I am biting her lips, digging my nails
deep into her hips, it slips in and out of my body,
i am hot, horny, and pleased..
she gives me the type of sex that is exciting,
drops to my knees and gives my all in just one suck..
I am being punished for my luscious lips and big
breasts.. she craves what I have to eat and then she sleeps…
only to be waken by my fingertips shaking her stomach
I want more of it..im a whore to it… she yawns.. wiggling her
soft face against my neck whispering over and over in my ear
“tell daddy what you want” my moist thighs gets weak at the
sound of her feminine voice “i want you” i reply slowly letting my
hands slide down her chest. pressed against her nipples she replies
“take it”…..
today’s mantra
AMEN!!!!!!
I’ve circulated my voice through your ears by all of my different meanings
And I stand up in crowds of over sex drived women looking for some penis
And I touch down in Fort Benning, Georgia just to fight for my Spanish people
And I write the words that Martin Luther King and Malcolm X whisper deeply in me
And I kiss the ground that God has given me
While I march in protests to protect the air we breathin
Because I hold empathy in my heart that society seems to lack
Because simplicity is not an option anymore and that’s a fact
And truth be told the Christian world is pretty bold to be preaching
With a Lexus on the road while Jesus is continuously bleeding
So we pray every day but give no contribution
And we call ourselves empowered and yet we give up this institution
And by the way the white man wrote the constitution
And as women we have created so many excuses
And then you look at me like I’m stupid and I look at you like you’re your foolish.
Because we sit and say we need to do something someday
And I have a resume to prove the changes I have made
And I have slept on floors because I had a dream that I would make it someday
And I surrendered my luxuries the first the day that I prayed.
And you can say we need to be true to ourselves when the devil comes
But research shows women haven’t won
Nor Latinos,
Nor blacks
Jesus fought for women’s liberation and I think we owe it to him
To stop thinking with our cats.
Because if you think we are free then you reading into too much subliminal speech
Women are still getting beat and forced to kiss a man’s feet.
You want to work with them to make this foundation stronger
But he takes your land and your body he begins to hunger
And then you become outnumbered and then you begin to wander
I should have listened to that crazy bitch because she warned us.
And if you think that I’m preaching then you really don’t know me
I write this shit in my sleep and brainstorm when I dream
A Sociology major once told me if you don’t fight for something
You will fall for anything so that you only live once shit really doesn’t mean a thing.
Lets play a game you and I, lights dem, us staring in each others eyes.
Your hands gently stroking my thighs and with excitement I let out a sigh.
Let me be queen and you on your knees, begging me please, pleading that
You do what you want with me.
Your tongue is at greed, and my pleasure leaks
The satisfaction that your crave as your spit glands bleed.
You are rough to my grips, you are sensitive to my hips, parting my lips, you suck
And you nip.
Your groans mix with my moans and the sweat trickling off your back,
As you give me a slap, sets the tone.
Our bones, bitter sweat bites, I own.
Lusting your body, i must have it again, I know its a sin, but this is a win.
Your stroke is insane, You give the best brain, and who do I blame
For the love we make is just so right
So how about you and me play tonight.