Utter perversion's blurred my vision
filled me with one motive,one mission.
Target, shoot and conquer
with your permission... of course..
I can be your chef... got a recipe for disaster
ain't no dish made of pasta
just me and you.. and maybe a dash of salsa
your clothes kinda make it blur
take it off so I see it clear
there there... oh dear!
how I'd love to, how I'd want to..
to trace your curves
stimulate your sensitive nerves
kiss your lips, touch your hips
stroke your . with my fingertips
eat you good till your lock breaks
do you good till your body shakes
go fast and hard,
see you hold on tight, I don't do brakes..
how I'd love to, how I'd want to
watch you gasp for air
wake the next day and see you there
see how you look with after sex hair
walk down the streets and tell the world I've found her..
how I'd love to, how I'd want to..
but I can play the background,
I can be your spine
I understand
I won't cross that line...
I'll just wait for the next round......
till then, I'll just watch on,without a sound....
just me, my perversions and desires sincere and wild....
A/N... Mmm... How do I start?... Okay so, being LGBTQ in Africa, especially Ghana.. We've got people condemning us, Preachers claiming its spiritual, fetish priests calling us a taboo and people running away cause they don't wanna catch our “disease” thinking its contagious... The Admirer really is how I feel anytime I see the girl I like... Forbidden is when she tells me about a guy she likes, hurts AF... Any hu, I'm just gonna watch on and silently hope she comes around.. # I don't believe every straight person really IS STRAIGHT.... Spaghetti straight too, until it wet...
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Unheard Voices
RandomUnheard voices are poems on everyday life and everyday people. The reason why people are what they are, the facts we fail to see The real ‛us' underneath our hardcore cover.
