SponsoredBulelani Goqwana
La Niña floods her inner thighs Mindful of her desires Alone she lay liable to listen to petty lies Lending loyalty loudly learning love Home, harnessing her her hormones Him hitting her mind, the whore moans A tsunami of touchy teases A bukake of thoughts that thrill her Make me numb nigga, Nelson Two fingers in, she felt him French lovers like perfume, she smelt him She, imagining, that he, came in But vaguely remembers his members Sucks, he blows the globe, libra iSeptember Here, there, everywhere Imperial agendas Teaching you, turn it in, to submit Convinced, sold things you won’t admit Riding your vulva, a trippy substance The feelings are a sticky subject When his fingers glide on your passage Art Piece by @Jibrilbycollage, Seen at Open Studios 2022
