PEPPER Poetry

Moving and grooving on the bed of many roses

From nature appeasing our sensual noses

Elevating the smell but now a different purpose

Teasing and pleasing up and down your lower orifice

The feel and appeal overtake your thighs

The wind from the fan blows across your side

Small beads fall from my chest to your breasts

As this rose delights your body the best

Placing your fingers against the skin of my back

Scratching and tearing, then your booty gets smacked

Screaming and jumping but the moment's enjoyed

The pleasure in your womb increases like roids

Arching your back raises our wonder

I come down harder like a storm bringing forth thunder