No smell, hell, must be dry but I'm busy lookin for the pink hue in her eye. I see nothin but honey thick thighs, an onion that cries and double D's bringin a blind man to his knees. Her heat done gave me keys to her box to lick open them locks for that big leg shakin quake. Now, I'm lookin to feed so I heed to my voice of choice makin her moist at my "fuck it" to the fact that she had a shitstain on her
pillow...
The groan, the moan, shit, I'm in "honey" zone. I fight my mind against that shitstain find but it ain't workin. I taste till faced with an arrogant clever to pull this lever lookin for an excuse...a middle ground, a truce. So to keep my leap steep and satiate my creep I tell a tale with reason to bail and sail on through our night. Always keepin her in sight to move on past my plight that she had a shitstain on her pillow...
We make it home to stop the roam from what I've seen. I wasn't mean so I start to glean on off all the fine she said was mine. I know my place, no shit to trace so I placed my face...keepin steady my pace. Soft, but sleazy, nice, but easy till we couldn't take no more. The boom in my room was like this drum that kept on beating, overheating and defeating our eyes to sleep. Morning came impressed at my best cause I thought myself clever to pull that lever. Thinkin my mind blessed I found myself stressed to find that she had left...a fuckin shitstain on my pillow...
~Apollo
Addendum: This piece was inspired by a self imposed challenge to pick an asinine phrase and see if I could build some meaning around it but it would suck balls if this was the piece most people came to like lol
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