The Naked Dance Poem by Adams King

Follow me handsome one
To my bed of pleasure
I will give you my crown
Come sit upon my throne

Come to my bedchamber
Where soft pillow lies
I will make tonight better
Than any you've ever had

I'm still an unpicked flower
My coconut are yet unbroken
I was told the act is more sweeter
When it happens to be her first

This standing breast of mine
Have felt no manly touches
Everything has a due time
Its time I have a taste of you

My waist is ripe enough
My lips are ready for a kiss
It keeps coming more and more
The urge for something deep

Follow me home strong one
Come take a bite of romance
Follow me home gentle one
Come dance the naked dance