For The Freaks Part 2 (The Reflection) By Krys

As I sit here and reflect

Sweat still dripping off my neck

Legs weak

Mouth too dry to speak

I can still hear the bed springs creek

Smile plastered on my face

So glad that I got a taste

Of you

And yeah boy it's true

You got me trippin

Yep you caught me slippin

I must admit I wasn't fully prepared

For that encounter of extreme loving making we shared

I'm in a daze and having flashbacks

I waited for you all that day

How I desired you, oh how I craved

And when you arrived I was taken away

I was first greeted by your scent

Your cologne was decadent

Delicious

Made me wanna do something vicious

Sinister

How I wanted to tear into ya

Wanted you to tear into me

And make me scream ooh wee

Could it be

That I'm a fiend

A nymphatic junky

Wanted you to feed that banana to my monkey

As if you were Tarzan and I was your Jane

The way you feed my body is insane

What a shame

But who's to blame

The first kiss was the realest

Sent a chill down my spine

A moment so divine

And the beginning of what I like to call the tsunami

Because the flood surely came

And at the end so did I

And you could tell with every sigh

Or in the gripping of my thighs

Or in the high pitched, falsetto cries

Yelling you're the best

While you grabbed and sucked my breast

Knew how to heat me up

When you go right down and eat me up

Bent me over and beat me up

Sank deep within my waves

Never successful in finding dry land

Not on this voyage of esctacy

It still perlexes me

How it's new everytime

Keeps it flowing throughout my mind

The way you attacked it from behind

Like a savage beast

That has recently been released

And then you grinded it slow

The way you caressed my body from head to toe

Put your lips in my places below

Quite the seducer and the tease

The way you made me beg and plead

And I hated for you to leave

You're that high my body needs

You know just how to take care of me

You provide me with so much pleasure

Have me sweating real hard

Your sex is a real bed-wetter

And just when I think it won't get no better

You flip me around and I become a bed wetter

Stretch me out to every letter

Yet when we're together

We combine those letters to form words

Our chemistry is absurd

A combustion of orgasmic passion

An undefined satisfaction

Somewhat subliminal

But one could read between these lines

Far beyond these rhymes

That I'm infactuated with you

I'm taken away by you

And shamelessly I must say I'm addicted!



By: Krys