As he lay after a stressful day, his body crashes
he eases his breathing, closes his hazel eyes
but can't help—to reminisce about her thighs
as his thoughts increase, his body aggressively teased
over worked, under payed, under laid
in the hopes to be satisfied-in any way
pause…see…
I used to be his peace of mind,
To ease his mind,
To strip and let him watch my clothes fall from behind
And then he would caress my thighs
He’d let me ride, I’d let him grind
And pray to God these feelings never would subside
Deep breathing, skin clinging, soul cleansing
A whole lot of woman to keep him pleasing
See now ya’ll… his groin is missing the action
compared to this simple bitch who's obliviously lacking
She never set the tone, and she is all skin and bone
Pale lifeless body, compared to this Carmel mocha latte
oh he's craving—like a fat kid wanting a sundae
like a broke bitch needing payday
Now on this day, as he reminiscing about my kisses all over
He can't help but to touch done under
imaging me, tossing me, doing all that nasty shit he mustered up to smash me
as I scream
he awoke to realize, he still had blue balls
he traded a queen, for a plenty-penny kinda bitch
then grabbed her for weak ass kiss
turned her around…pettiness
called out my name…degrading
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