Worth

The 2nd Coming

I still repeat the same dream every night and it gets better with every image. It was now summer and the sun was exposing anything it could find and I mean anything. Bitches with fucked up lace fronts to no edges were mostly the target because well...they no good and damn well they not supposed to wear that shit. Looking like they scalp and edges are having a divorce. But enough of my lame cracks..let's get back into the story. Ok so my girl Wanda is a July baby (eww because mines in Sept. 😒) and she's ready to turn up and get nasty, but we got parents so ain't no freakiness bih...are so u we thought. So this is my first time at her house and boy was I surprised. On the outside her house looked like a regular household but when you walk into that shit...it looks like a goddamn mansion. I'm talking flat screens in almost every single room, but that was just icing on the cake. Like the Price Is Right..."wait there's more". So Wanda then takes me upstairs and the first thing I see is a damn pool table bih..a damn pool table. Shit was so life I think I accidentally had an orgasm.

Meanwhile night hits and the gang is here except one person..Khera. She hadn't gotten there yet but I was on the lookout. Then there's a knock on the door..Wanda goes to open it and it's the same repetition from Riah's party. So the music's going and everybody is having a hell of a time, then I hear someone ask who wanted a lap dance. I turn around and see no other than that chocolate goddess. Omg I think I'm about to cry, so I put my head down and then she comes over and says you're first. Khera picks me up and takes me to the chair. I kid you not when I say the chair was covered by a spotlight, but then the whole scene changed. The chair was now on stage and surrounded by a light fog. And I was the start of the show, but the entire audience was empty. Then she puts a blind fold on me and whispers in my ear ..."shhh I'm going to take good care of you now."

I felt her sit on top of me and her ass was softer than a babies sneeze. Then her body started going in motion. I didn't move a muscle because I knew of what I was capable of. She leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder and said "Don't be afraid touch me". Those words gave even more temptation, but I wasn't about to fall for her trap. But she wasn't about to let me win. She grabbed my hands and put them on her waist. I felt every curve and every motion she made with her waist. The rest would be history...

I could've sworn her theme song was Kiss It Better by Rihanna. The song itself possessed a mellow rock n roll but grinding feel. Sounded a lot like my Jamaican heritage to be honest. The way she was moving you would've thought she was doing exercises. She would poke her butt up in the air and would twist her body to side while in a formal posture. Shit if this was a interview she had the job and a promotion easily. Her body moved like the ocean and my hands were the waves. The spotlight was our sunset and it made it more beautiful than ever. None of her movements weren't forced either just inherited. It's like he knew the beat and harmony of the entire song. Like J. Cole said this is just a Wet Dream. And I think I've had too many involving her..but is this a sign of love or lust?