Poem

The grind is hot Sex , but love do we not Money remains in the pot Brothel it is , so they thought Intercourse yes, NO to tying the knot Burning sensation like meat in the crockpot John is a guy and Rebecca the thot Nothing real here , whiskey tango and foxtrot Poet knows […]

My poetic skills are ugly as a mother****** . Pussy smells like rice, jack and coke no ice. You have a big booty which should suffice, Thick lips, round tits baby you look nice. I sat next you baby you know that was pretty wise Is your bikini really that yellow or do I have […]

A blonde one sitting across my table at Starbucks. Her laptop says ” Drink Tahoe Brew” She has a nose ring, I am okay with that.Let her be herself. Fiery eyes, a typical case with the blonde ones. She doesn’t sip her drink, it’s been a while, is she not thirsty? I’m getting old, I’m […]