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Close your eyes

Go on do it
NOW!
Listen to the room
As I watch you move
Your senses are mine
This is a new groove
For the music of your mind
I’m hoping somewhere there I’ll find
That space where you to rewind
Jodeci’s Freek n You
Caress upon your cheek
Burns a fire beneath your sheet
And I haven’t even started yet
Soon you WILL be wet
Either smile
Get set
Closed eye love is going down
Come close around your neck space
Pulse is quick
Single lick
Make you pull your happy face
Strong hands around your back bring us skin-to-skin
Electric sin
Staring at the shade of cinnamon
Sugar sweet seasoning
Take the time to taste you all
Scrape the plate and ting

Single kiss around your navel
Tongue telling you a fable
Your legs part on their own cuz I’m willing and I’m able
Your hands want me lower still
Your eye peeks, naughty girl
Spank ya round the back, just like that
Finger and clit dance a twirl
Keep ya eyes closed
Don’t break the rules
Be cool
Tricks are for kids
And I’m about to go to school
Pitch up a tent and spend a nite in the bare forest of you
Fall asleep, wake up and do the same thing again with my tongue still inside you
Lay you down real slow
Me and you all alone
Naked naughty zone
Hip grinding to a song
That I’m singing from below
So…
Open your eyes
NOW
Look at my smile
Fresh with a coat of your liquid delight
Lined up to be nice
Your hands lead me inside
Foreplay feels right
Slow wine on time
And then…
“Oh no, I’m gonna come…”
“Already?”

By
Mr Oh

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Dutty nurse

Apparently

I need to take your temperature

Your burning up

Clammy hands

Sweaty brow

A naked nurse invited round

Armed with education

To know what

Makes you

Feel

Feel…

This

That

Lay on your back

Cool towels on standby

I’ve got medicine for that

Let me explore where the pain is

Deeply

Find out internally if your heart’s beating

Feel me?

Check inside the bag of tricks

See what I can give ya

Nurofen when I’m on my knees

I’m a nurse but I’ll police ya

Legs back

Holding

Brow’s now smoldering

Finger rolling

‘The pain is between my thighs’  is what you told me

Now I’m an investigator

A flu invader

Tongue finds your G-Spot

Now you fold… paper

Stand up

Your down

Feeling better now?

Do you need another dose

Should I slide behind

Make up your mind

And get close

The pain that was your stomach has now moved down to your toes

I can feel your thighs shake

Not because of illness sake

Your body likes to talk

So let’s converse

Nothing like a dutty nurse to make your day

Whatever the ailment

A smile is on the way

Call one up and see

What they can do for thee

No Scrubs in your Grey’s Anatomy

Cuz ER…

A dutty nurse is free…

By Mr Oh

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Feel it in ya soul…

I am there
There is where I’m gonna be
With you and me
There will be no mystery
I’m an addict
And I love to please
So before you feel to leave
Or take away what I need
Let me do what I do to feed
Me and your legs will be at peace
Chase your libido for a release
And we keep working between the sheets
Still I want to eat
You in the morning
In the evening
Afternoon in the park
When the sun goes down before dark
From an orgasm I’m never far
I’m Indiana Jones when I whip that shit
I teach lesbians about head
Cuz I’d spend all day
Trying to do that to you quick
Or slow
You choose
But its completely my way
My show
Understand not you may
But I’ve decided already
I wanna make you come
Make you sigh
Make you forget about the world, bout your bills, bout your life
By the time I’m done you will be sleeping sweetly tonight
Do it for a reason
Unbeknownst to you
Wish I could say so
But that would mean that I knew
Hunger strikes
Your the meal
Your phone rings
Silent still
Just let me do what the fuck I want and no one gets hurt.
Cuz I feel it
Down deep
Where your pleasure sleeps
Your moans are my gold
Liquid release
So sweet
Do it different from the others who before me precedes
As long as you can feed me
In ya soul is where you feel me
Pleasing you is a necessity…
Call me Jamie Oh-liver
A quick horny recipe…

By Mr Oh

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Thank you for the blowjob poem

Thank you
Thick lipped queen of licking it
Deepthroat bee of singing to it
Wrapped lips, jerked with spit
Eye contact confirming it
Concentrated slurping and burping
Gag reflex nervous
Sight closed for concentration
Throat hum for a smooth vibration
Testicle massage
Dripping mouth montage
I love your blowjob
Quicky quick or slowed up
No such thing as too much
Saliva makes it lubed up
Hot dog suck, nice touch
And there’s no unload yet
Head so right, sensitivity left
With painted nails
Sloppy trails
And a ‘take it all’ test
Look me in my eyes
Smile
Tongue out, deep in
Slobbing sound style
Ponytail holding
Throat back probing
Slow out, slow in
Soft stroke, slow motion
Round and round revolution
I’d have one whole week of you sucking dick
Look for a minute then close eyes quick
Hold my dick then slap you with it
How you like it
I’m just saying thank you
To you
For blessing this
All because of talented lips
And gag training
A few Lethal videos
And idea sharing
Knowing you enjoy it
Hear it… blaring
Looking down at ya
Old school head lock on ya
Face fucked
Lick, drip and suck
Deeper than you can take
Filling you right up
So ladies… and secret dudes
Out there on ya knees
Doing what you do
Providing such a service
The queen should knight you
Or the queen should QUEEN you
Your head game makes traffic queues
So now I must praise thee
Say cheers for taking me deeply
Any money in my pocket, tek it
Do you want some jollof baby?
A Nigerian Guinness maybe?
How about puff puff and chin chin
I’ll hurry and go get it
I love your blowjob, your blowjob, your blowjob, your blowjob, your blowjob, your blowjob… YOUR BLOWJOB BABY!!!

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Rookies go home… Round 3

So erotic noire came with some shit
Spent the last two days trying it
Talking bout his holy tricks
And rearranging me name like ‘Mr Oh means your a h-oh’
But while you hit those lines
I’m hitting inner thoughts and minds
While ya simple rhymes
Are too uncreative to define
So let’s bless em with this
I’m the one sir… Call me Neo
My style comes in fur
Cuz they always feel good-o
My fingers create freaks and my lips are insane…
Ask ya missus, she’ll tell you the same
This battles pointless
You lost why did u accept?
Now we’re just going thru the motions of a chin check
Ask Pashun Nate, she got the same lyrical upset
I use words to grease thighs and play with minds
Come see me for school time
I’ll teach u bout wordplay
Metaphors and structuring
Verbs and adjectives
I should do u like LL did Canibus
My words flash heat in public while she only let’s u shave pubic
I’ve done more with sentences than you’ve done with ya dick
This is the nail in the coffin
That moment when her thighs are up and she’s moaning
Calling for God but all she gets is chocolate filling
And this is just freestyle written
No plans or descriptions given
While you plot and plan, my flow making u insanely driven
To be my mini me
Your an Apprentice mate
With poems you should be ashamed of
Reminding you its the first hole cuz you keep slipping it in her anus
You penis
I’m done with this
If this was on stage, I’ll hold up the Mic then swing it
Like in House Party
Remember, ‘Kid spelled backwards describes your best’
So let this be a lesson for rookie fools
Don’t bite the hand that schooled you
I’ll Blair Witch ya
In the corner
Make you watch
The way my words syringe
I can hear people screaming ‘Mr Oh stop hitting him’
Why?
Rookies need training…
For this massacre your lucky
Your done lil puppy
I rule
You suck
Signed the pied piper of pussy

NOW SAY SOMETHING NOIRE!

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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Pied piper of pussy – round 2

This is pied piper poetry
Juicy uncontrollably
Erotic is the school
And I graduated honourably
Left him
Outgrew him
Now he sits ruins
While my wordplay
Creates heated states
Not between her thighs when she masturbates
But in her mind when she recreates
The images my tongue demonstrates
You should postrate
Leave a beef alone, go on a date
Cuz this ain’t for you bro
You don’t want this
I’ve dismissed weaker wordsmiths
With words from her lips
You ain’t there yet
I’ve made hee Oh’s pet
She wanted to see A&E
Cuz she was worried she was too wet
She couldn’t get the concept
We chilled then did it again
Spoke to her inner thighs
Now my name is in her mouth
Like hood folk in the south
“oh no”, “oh shit”, “oh fuck”,”oh yes”
She always shouts me out
Except for when she swallows me down
Schooling erotic noire now
Put him in the corner like a naughty child
Show him how to drive her wild
Teach him words like cuckold
With her hair wrapped round
Oh yes I am
Chocolate man
Slick worder
Go further
My tongue alone makes her nervous
Cuz I’m I’m the dictionary next to pervert
Upskirts and slow jerks
Sweet hurt, long spasms
Ripped skirt, Ohgasms
With you she wants to scream my name
Number of cum she can’t fathom
So now you know I’m not to be messed with
Controlling meaty pies… Shepherd
So when you wake from this whupping
Don’t ask ya girl for some spooning
Cuz her bodys still aching
From an Oh ting….

Little Black Book – the trilogy – by Mr Oh

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The start of some beef shit called “I’d do it again”

“It ain’t safe in the city, watch the throne…” (Kanye West)

Apparently my crown as the ‘pied piper of pussy’ is being tested by a young, excited upstart by the name of Erotic Noire…
He’s a poet who’s come up on Twitter (@eroticnoire, http://www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) and it seems like he wants to play a war of words…with ME!!!

Like I’m some sort of rookie to this ish…
Well, I’m never one to shy away from a verbal altercation, so I stepped up and now the challenge is set…

We’re doing it old school, back and forth, poem for poem…

But I’m taking a preemptive strike… so enjoy:
“I’d do it again”

It’s not you its me
That crosses her mind at quarter past three
And those random moments when she can’t sleep
That’s because I own her freak
I did it
I admit it
All because your head game is bullshit
Dry strokes and dry licks
Ain’t nothing on my Ohfluence
Those moments she’s biting her lip
Is when she’s trying to hold the OH in…
That bruise on her thigh… that was me
The sloppy head you now get… my teaching
The smile between her thighs…
The new glint in her eyes…
She sips MY drink… Crown royal on ice
See…
She’s been mine from the first kiss
I own both those lips
Had her heated and heavy breathing
Screwed face, dripping and sheet creasing
Never allowing me to leave
I can imagine how you seethe
Knowing that your neighbours know my name
She told the postman I’m to blame
Milkman hears her scream with no shame
I’m Super Mari-Oh and I got nothing but pipe to lay
So next time your getting some
Feeling like your the only one
Stay off my timeline
Cuz my stories and tweets
Make her sweet
Sweet enough to eat
A delicious moist treat
And if you
As a fool
Believe the best sex is coming to you
Check again
Cuz every day… and THEN some
In every way… she DOES come
Straight sex or roleplay… releasing her freaky freedom
Her pussy answers to me
My tongue inside her feels like make believe
Check her sugar walls
I’ve written in pen…
Yeah I fucked new emotion into your “girlfriend”
I did it, and I’d do it again…

By Mr Oh

(Check out his blog if he has the balls to reply…)

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