I'm not yours, you're not mine but it's no crime to speak all the time even if our conversational speak crosses the line. In my mind I'm blind to the time that passes us by while we're on the phone and sometimes my mind goes wrong when we spend so long on the phone. As the midnight moon grows strong our conversational speak grows long, prolonged by our wantings, turns to midnight speaking, midnight wishing, and no matter what anybody's thinking, I enjoy our midnight speak.
I don't know how we get this way. I don't know how we come to say the things we say. Is it my voice that excites you? Is it my sinful thoughts of you this way? Is it my poetry that gets you thinking freaky? Is it your body that has me in tuned completely? Is it the way you breathe, that has me wanting to receive... or is it the way I lead you to believe the words I'm using isn't to conceive such erotic speech? Ice cream and chocolate balls in this midnight speak.
Last night you had my mind racing. I started wishing you was really touching me in the way you were speaking and I don't like my dick being sucked but I was struck when you spoke, I stood attention when you mentioned my long thick chocolate dick wrapped up in your tongue, baby you was not wrong, you can give me head all night long and when you said I belong in your juicy wet warm pussy, my hands caressed my dick fiercely. My mind blew, eruption flew, too much dew made me weak in last night midnight speak.
I know this is wrong but my mind is out of control and I, don't wanna be right. In this situation, we have control and this temptation we must fight. But after last night, I got have you tonight. Forgive me for my choice of words, but I'm trying to push you towards... you seeing me seeing you. I know this is the wrong thing to do, but I gots to have you. But since the time isn't right, I can't have you tonight. I'll continue to let words push us to the peak and finish our midnight speak.
What's on your mind is on my mind but do you want to take the time to listen to my conversational treat. A continuation of this midnight speak. I want to enlighten you on my vision, my imagination of you and me performing perfect poetry. Ice cream and Chocolate balls, KY jelly and soothing warming oils. You and me doing things man cannot see. I want to vividly paint you an illustration, us in participation, a perfect situation, my dick headed for a certain destination, a continuous conversation between our bodies, fulfilling each other's fantasies. My dick thrust deeply into your uterus, a place where God can meet us and back again where things seem insane. Lost in each other's sexual passions, aggression and violent actions. Screams in joy, shit we enjoy. You and me heavenly speak, not yet to our peak. I stop and lick your pussy, so sweet, my favorite treat. Suck your juices, play with your clitoris, digest your emotions and drop my dick back in your ocean. Our bodies in sweat, the whole world wet, from our erotic display, our bodies explode in a way, we end up at the end of the day, continuing our midnight speak.
© Wayne Diggs
