Hierarchy of Need

"I don't think you're feelin' me,
If you could only feel my pain!"
Goldie flounced in breathless tease
with nar-ay single ounce of shame,

And just like that,
with pleasure's whip
his aura wrapped the diva
with a playa's gentle fingertips,
Flexed themselves to please as
Silver stared into the ruby
of her juicy lips with ease,
Deep behind that honey smile
painted over verbal fists,
Silver slipped his giant hands
over Goldie's ample hips,
With desire's eye he saw
all the spots he longed to kiss,
And he knew he'd have to jump
for the soft inside the thick,
as his mind was full of what was lush,
her perky girls and double junk
Up Front,
he'd longed to qualify
the jiggle in that trunk,
he thought, 'it don't take true love to feed
the hierarchy of my need
or for a lover giving
till we both get enough-
so, the part-time swagger swayed,
stepped it up prepared to play
though the part-time playa knew
he would later hate the game,
he said:

"For access to your pleasure, girl,
I'd gladly feel your pain."

(groan)