Saturday Night

[Spoken Word]
Saturday night taste like Green Tea and Evan Williams Honey.....
Like, coconut oil coated inner thighs...
Fingertips tainting tongue tips that tingle taboos.....
Triple shots of three olives vodka and glasses of merlot
Like, entangled bodies untangling alcoholic truths of untouched dreams....
And shaved inhibitions that evaporate into passionate steam
Like, moonlight heat crusting over the sweet syrup of our pores...ooooooo
Like, arched backs that lead to spine cracks that lead to scratched backs that lead to back flips on to the kitchen table cuz.... niggas like to try freaky shit.....
Like, using your teeth to shovel your way into the core of your pillowcase
Like, thoughts of you calling my name that.... I can’t quite hear clearly over the sound of you calling my name
Like, lightning strikes that ain’t lightning strikes but really just static electricity from fabric friction
Ya bodies my addiction
Like, Brazilian jujitsu triangle leg chokes that, disable me from breathing but give me plenty of reasons for not leaving
Like, deep moans that sound like tribal chants, and the moves to make you move like a Zulu dancer
Like, dark chocolate melting into your arms, covering your sensuous fruits we are
Fondue
Saturday night, taste like you...