Highgrade Fantasies (temptations)

As i Kiss and receive from Marijuana's lips,
My body floats in her silky feel,
Through my veins she flows mainstream,
To body parts that only tingle when Kissed,
I puff once more and set my eyes on him,
This Marijuana has just began its work in me,
Daring my mind to conceive sensual thoughts,
Sexual fantasies of what i'd do to him,
I inhale and pass the herb to him,
Hoping that he's thoughts are similar in relation to me,
Sinful lust blind-ens my eyes,
Oh how i'd love him between my thighs,
I pray to the gods of lust to turn on his sex eyes,
So that he could see my body scream for pleasure,
I need him to think with his sugarcane,it's human nature,
But for him to think my way i need to initiate,
So i stroke his hand just to take the blunt from him,
I make sure on me is that "i wanna bj you" face,
I take her deep then spray his arm when i exhale,
In my mind i pray that he follows my lead,
And Kiss her flowers then blow her on me,
Kiss me softly and make my heart race,
Kiss my body into a trance of ecstasy,
Where the thought of being caught is a sweet dream,
Where fear is a catalyst to a chain reaction,
A chain of actions and styles that prolong a quickie,
Where body rubs against body,
And the embers of lustful desire are quenched,
So i lay on the bed to give him a view of my frame,
Giving him eyes that *invoke his Manroot,
I want him to have pictures of me lapping and rolling his jewels in my mouth play in his mind,
I want him to take advantage of space and opportunity when it lasts,
Just to show me that he's worth being called a man,
He exhales and passes the rizzla,
I wish he knew how he usually makes me Masturbate,
But would this knowledge make him Act?
Act to give my body Sexual teasing and pleasing,
God knows i need Sexual Healing,
And at this point cheating on my man is worth forgiving,
So i inhale the kush and kiss him,
I let him know how deep i need him,
When it comes to the flesh's desire there exists no Lady in me,
So i let him meet the feen within me,
Tugging on his belt my intentions are made clear,
I need his sugarcane juice,
But when i behold the sight of his Mightly Blessed Appendage,
Someone knocks on the door and ruins the mood,
My wet mound remains unpleasured,
My salivating mouth swallows down my hopes of tasting that flesh,
Just a few minutes ago pleasure was a cock-suck away,
The smell of weed and sex would have been in the air,
It's frustrating that i won't act out my fantasies,
Most depressing is that i might not get any this week!! ;-(




*Invoke has been used in this post to mean To beg for