by Savorycarmal

Damn…….. sexy, chocolate brown skin gold locs hanging,
Surrounding your face, like a gold frame, highlighting a fine piece of art.
The portrait of a beautiful Nubian Princess.

I love to run my fingers through your locs
as you bury your face between my thighs.
My pussy jumps as your moist warm tongue starts to explore.

Loc sistah, smell of sweet of coconut oil,
Teeth white as peals, skin smooth as the black coal of our mother land.

Loc sistah, your touch sends me to a place of pleasure.
Pure exstacy.
My legs tremmble just knowing your near.

Loc sistah, my sistah, loc sistah.
When I speak your name to others,
all I can say is ……
Her name is…..Damnnnnn……

That loc sistah, we met once,
Had in counters twice.
the impression you left on my lips
Between my thighs,
When I speak your name to others
All I can say is…….
That Loc Sistah
Damnnnnnnnn……….

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