Nsiribom come beat that slow rhumba for my dancing pleasure... <br />Yes Yes I came along with My tortoise shell to back you up... <br />Sisi Maybelle is here...Her waist is to be warmed..It has to end-up wet... <br />Nsiribom did you see her sweet smile... <br />Her flashed teeth at me sends My marrow a degree softer... <br />Her waist is here... <br />Nsiribom beat those astral drums faster, quicker, Where is that hidden Fire...Aha! she loves this one... <br />Deeper, Deeper she cries... <br />Nsiribom Listen to the edge in her Voice...Nsiribom she is utterly Lost in Passion and Pleasure... <br />Before you take your leave come listen to her deep throated Snore... <br />She wont leave my arms..Oh! To them Sisi Maybelles, Cutting across reality into Dreamland's Love Pot's Tale... <br />The Rebirth of Passion, Ecstacy and Pleasure.<br /><br />Anthony Edmond John<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-pot/
