Direct and on point, always on top he said.
He bent me over and spanks me with the words I read.
Never too hard because my dialect isn't too complex.
Cause when you read this book you'll understand my text.
Always strong, can't be diluted.
You see through my cryptic passages like you always knew it.
You rile me up so much my top pops, I'm so hot I'm dripping fluids.
Kneeling before you I give you some praise before I blew it.
Blessed by the best inside and outside caressed, I'm obsessed.
Its so deeply intoxicating its true, oh baby I swear I do.
You're compelling me too...
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Mechanical Symphony
I am a poet. I have written so many poems over these years about life events, heartbreak, love, lust or my latest muse. After years and years of people telling to share my art with the world I decided to give y'all some of my work. Enjoy..
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