Deep thrust...
Filling me up to capacity...
I got niggas mad AT ME.
Wondering why I’m still single
Wondering why I won’t mingle
& give them a fair shot—
It’s SIMPLE:
They just don’t got what
YOU GOT.
9 inches of
HEAVEN ON EARTH
Perfection
Down
To the
Girth
& I know I’m not the first to express it...
It’s fucking impressive...
A tool you’ve perfected...
Digging me like a shovel
Making me grovel at your feet for the meat
& usually I don’t even compete
There’s too many fish in the sea
BUT
I
NEVER
Met a fish with a death wish
To make me CREAM
It’s exactly how it seems
I’m officially a part of the team
Officially a FOOL
In a pool of
COCK
THIRSTY CHICKENS
AWAITING
MY
FILL.
& that’s real.
LUST.
About the Creator
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My life has often felt like driving a car exceedingly fast with little control. Floating from one extreme to the next without a thought, almost as if I wasn’t in control at all. I’ve come close to crashing several times. I’ve been pulled over, ticketed, and even jailed yet, to no avail, I can’t slow down. I’ve utilized the cruise control a time or two, rode the wave and flowed with traffic, but there’s only so much going with the flow I can do. In a hurry for nothing, putting myself and others at risk with my negligence, sometimes I feel I deserve the fiery crash that’s impending.
By Saga Amolaka 3 years ago in Poets
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