well, i think i love her,
waiting to discover.
she got me so . .
high -
she so fly,
she hovers .
in bed - no blanket, uh-uh, i got her covered .
. . .
you cant ever -
judge a book by its cover .
the author's name is on her spine,
New York Times best seller .
tell her, i felt her.
from the attic, to the cellar .
. . .
name out-
screams,
she got them veins out .
really don't think anything
will ever get them stains out .
. . .
Haters.
try anything to get my name out-
her mouth . .
nah,
cause thas my favorite playground .
told baby girl to lay down -
backwards, like face-down.
"faster", she say, "faster",
out-last her -
solid work-
comin from the back like "after".
believe she rode it, cause ya boy crashed her .
. . .
her brain is insane .
she earned all of her masters .
i cant put her down,
yet i've read all of her chapters .
like 'ex boyfriend',
Casper, he ghost .
seein straight through dude -
he an actor .
. . .
Quickies, call em preludes .
dived in her thighs.
got lost in her deep blue -
Jaws,
i eat through,
peek-a-boo, I see yu .
bark like a tree do .
pee-yew -
she the shxtt .
we jus get explicit-
when we need to .
. . .
Parental,
advisory's essential .
yu had her,
a rental .
I stay up on her mental,
yet also in her dental -
we do it over ten fold ?
rumors, jus humor . .
but yu jus a consumer .
. . .
she on top -
i got the key,
she on lock .
I squeezed,
her bomb popped .
stopped, dropped, rolled -
she too hot .
shots, pills, I do not -
get tickets when I speed,
keep it low, six degrees .
. . .
i got the bag for her tea,
the purple for her sweet,
Urkle for her Laura -
knockin' boots,
she my Dora .
not enough .
i need more'a -
her .
a plethora,
of verbs .
. . .
to love, to hold, to hug, infinitely .
her bed, the rug,
i touch her butt -
tons, of style.
her smirk,
her smile.
she winks . .
she flirts.
yu think,
she's yours.
a dream,
a blur.
erase, insert, my name,
with yours .
. . .
about to blow,
she's on the verge .
In it i be,
swimmin deep .
im lost in her v.i.p.
attend without an entry fee.
stacked, like vending machines,
snackin' on her endlessly .
waiting to discover.
she got me so . .
high -
she so fly,
she hovers .
in bed - no blanket, uh-uh, i got her covered .
. . .
you cant ever -
judge a book by its cover .
the author's name is on her spine,
New York Times best seller .
tell her, i felt her.
from the attic, to the cellar .
. . .
name out-
screams,
she got them veins out .
really don't think anything
will ever get them stains out .
. . .
Haters.
try anything to get my name out-
her mouth . .
nah,
cause thas my favorite playground .
told baby girl to lay down -
backwards, like face-down.
"faster", she say, "faster",
out-last her -
solid work-
comin from the back like "after".
believe she rode it, cause ya boy crashed her .
. . .
her brain is insane .
she earned all of her masters .
i cant put her down,
yet i've read all of her chapters .
like 'ex boyfriend',
Casper, he ghost .
seein straight through dude -
he an actor .
. . .
Quickies, call em preludes .
dived in her thighs.
got lost in her deep blue -
Jaws,
i eat through,
peek-a-boo, I see yu .
bark like a tree do .
pee-yew -
she the shxtt .
we jus get explicit-
when we need to .
. . .
Parental,
advisory's essential .
yu had her,
a rental .
I stay up on her mental,
yet also in her dental -
we do it over ten fold ?
rumors, jus humor . .
but yu jus a consumer .
. . .
she on top -
i got the key,
she on lock .
I squeezed,
her bomb popped .
stopped, dropped, rolled -
she too hot .
shots, pills, I do not -
get tickets when I speed,
keep it low, six degrees .
. . .
i got the bag for her tea,
the purple for her sweet,
Urkle for her Laura -
knockin' boots,
she my Dora .
not enough .
i need more'a -
her .
a plethora,
of verbs .
. . .
to love, to hold, to hug, infinitely .
her bed, the rug,
i touch her butt -
tons, of style.
her smirk,
her smile.
she winks . .
she flirts.
yu think,
she's yours.
a dream,
a blur.
erase, insert, my name,
with yours .
. . .
about to blow,
she's on the verge .
In it i be,
swimmin deep .
im lost in her v.i.p.
attend without an entry fee.
stacked, like vending machines,
snackin' on her endlessly .
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