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A Taste of Naomi at CMJ

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You greet me at the door, skimpily dressed in red

My grin is ear to ear, there?s throbbing in my head (it?s has now become the big head)

Your carefree spirit is like your gold tousled hair

With my weakness for blondes, it is all I can bear

 

Naomi is your name but only in this place

You lead me to the room, start with a quick embrace

Our clothes disappear and the music starts to play

Naomi loves her music, my CD today

 

We dance our naked dance, rhythmic swaying, sliding

Hands, arms, everything over everything gliding

Our mouths searching, finding, exploring, face, ears, neck

I look into your eyes, they turn me to a wreck

 

Do I know you

The chemistry seems so right

It can?t be true

And then again it just might

 

It?s shower time, my bathrobe on, you take my hand

The water?s hot and wet, my wish is your command

You on your knees as you cleanse my loving feeling

Your gaze up has me inescapably reeling

 

You dry me off, back to the room where we resume

Music playing, your nakedness my eyes consume

They devour every freckle, every curve

Naked nipples, naked lips, me for you to serve

 

Do I know you

The chemistry seems so right

It can?t be true

And then again it just might

 

The lotion is so cold contrasting your warm touch

Your naked bod a feel I love so very much

Your weight on me and yet above the clouds I float

Enraptured senses, it could have been all she wrote

 

From this point on the poetry is what you write

But I assure a guarantee you will recite

The chorus that I?ve written here with thoughtful care

Connection queen, it is an aura that you share

 

Do I know you

The chemistry seems so right

It can?t be true

And then again it just might

 

There is no doubt, here she belongs, a rich treasure

Not hidden but available for our pleasure

But beware the potion that can be addictive

And her sessions may leave your breathing restrictive

 

This wonderful feeling I cannot confuse

There is no better way of Killing the blues

Through the morning, through the night when you?re Gone gone gone

The Fortune teller tells me it?s time to move on.

 

The last thing on my list

A touch of fist to fist

 

OC Mar09

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