I'm sicca you Ms. Thang calling me in the middle of the night cause your man is gone.
And you so fine you stop my heart.
But I'm sicca you using me like a piece of meat cause you once captured my lust Jones
with those flashing eyes and firm thighs.
Thighs which beckon all who behold you from the ground up.
I'm sicca you with your luscious lying lips that openly call my name when your gorge is enflamed cause I let you see my weakness,
Feel my weakness, taste my weakness,
I'm sicca you.
For my dear friend who laments her treatment by a former lover.
An urgent need to lay it (on the line), Ms. Thang uses this woman's heart to torment the throb between her thighs...yep, the lesbian mating call...when nothing else will do!! Passionate and daring, Mikii...
Sage
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2003
I know exactly what you mean this was super Encore!!!!!
oh, lord...wouldn't wanna be on da receivin' end. great write, girl!! TEN PLUS!!! :) i aint sicca dis poem. love da attitude and da accent. (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
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Sage
good job
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