- For my first mixtape The Illest Alive I wrote two songs on two albeit intersting subjects. "Greatest Ever" was a song about a young man being caught in the act of masturbation. The other "Kiss, Never Tell" spoke of a physical affair between mother and son.
- My last album Dirtyfoot's :FIN@LE had a song tainted with the incestous (i.e "Sin For The Lavender"). I also delved into homosexuality among females ever so slightly as well with the song "None Understanding"
I have also been pretty prolific on the subject of SEX. Some of those creations have been quite possibly brilliant and are favorites. Again, by way of an example:
- "Tripping Wet"
- "Naomi"
- "Dancing Flame"
- "Almost And Maybe"
All this is said to make a point or rather a segue. This segue...
For a while people in general were (for lack of a better word) ashamed of giving oral sex, particularly cunnilingus. You'd hear that garbage, dudes talking some such shit about "I don't eat..." or whatever hackneyed line was popular. Oddly enough females went through a similar thing, most times with fellatio being equated with being a whore. Nowadays given the climate of media (i.e. television, movies, and music) it has suddenly become more blasé and vocal about the subject. Between neighbors being well versed in what your name is to putting things on sideburns and soda cans disappearing in mouths, it's become a lot more acceptable. It's with that in mind that I submit my latest work.
A female friend of mine once told me that in order to tell that you're satisfying your lover, one should pay attention to the body as opposed to the
Loving Arches
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Approaching climax, moans, grunts, squeals, etc.
Verse One
It was enough
A distraction, even
To a point when thoughts were irrelevant
And nothing mattered but the feeling
Every destination from temple to toes was reeling
Ten close gripped soft cotton to hold back screams
Eyes tight shut daring to awake from dreams
No prayers still His name was constant
At increased rates and frequency
Muscles tense not from pain but pleasure
Pausing is the last thing on either mind
Only continuation, nothing else
The scene crescendos, the stage grows dark
When she gives him her loving arch
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Verse Two
It was enough
A distraction, even
Into territories where all else was minutia
Superseded by the sensation
And the arrival at that destination
Raven crowns seek a soft place to fall
Inhales and exhales falter and stall
Of the same years yet Daddy is the name
Between moments of uttered noises and sounds
Music like no other made, perfect in hearing
Encouragement to keep up the actions
Without cease for it no longer exists
The scene crescendos, two hit the mark
Then she gives him her loving arch
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Verse Three
It was enough
A distraction, even
Here where the wildest things are
Where there is merely the consciousness
And the pair, one giving the other bless
Aorta pieces pound louder than percussion
Tongues across lips offer no discussions
Disregard better and insisting upon the best
As the tricks and moves prove the point
Beyond happiness, beyond ecstasy
Maybe euphoria or aphrodisia
Whatever the case it made no efforts to slow
The scene crescendos, the places explodes from spark
Again she gives him her loving arch
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Woman climaxes
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