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 […]