That Part

That Part, an original poem by writer, Kem Smith.

A place where untold stories meet

Gathering into dips of deceit.

Your lips,

Soft as mama’s old black coach

Sensual and velvety



Liquid. Melted. Vanilla. Creamy.

Running down the narrow, lumbar region.



Circumferencing my torso.

Kiss my ass.

Well, maybe not.

That won’t make me hot.

Cum to

The small of my back.


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