Wrap them chocalate legs round me
squeeze me with deliberate intent.
Love me, woman, with your body
till I am worn, sated and spent.
Use up the whole of Africa
running thru your blood veins.
Evoke all the passion you can brew
while I hold tight to the reins.
Wrap them chocalate arms round me
let me feel the heaving of your breast.
Rock my world with your sensualness
passing so far ahead of the rest.
Make love to me, woman
till the puddin tween your thighs
flow like African rivers from day one
telling the world you are the prize.
Del Cano March 12, 2009
