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NC-17 i'm tired,
and in dier need of care,
i dare,
not speak of how horny i am,
how old man sam,
is looking kinda good.
misunderstood because i said i wanted to be without
i doubt if i knew that this is how it would feel.
really, self gratification,
isn't all it's cracked up to be,
there's just so much me, i can enjoy.
toying with the thoughts of going back for just one more time, rewinding how i reclined,
how i relaxed, my back,
on that squeaky hotel bed,
how I followed and you led,
literally, getting lost in your head(lol)as well as your form, swarming me with kisses,
disregarding my mother's wishes,
if only she knew, WOO!
i mean she'd have better things to say,
why didn't she warn me that a man could make you act this way? i know it's wrong but i just left a message on your phone and rung the bell for you to come and get it,
just hit it, then leave if you want,
i'll feel like a whore but this brain clouded with cum won't haunt me at night,
disgusted because i lost sight and relapsed,
collapse, into your arms if only for a minute,
keeping it a secret so i won't have to defend it,
we can pretend it,
never happened and go on,
waitin, hoping our rendezvous will have me walking wrong,
your confirmation on my 2-way,
made me get out Toni's "another sad song",
and the candles,
hoping my body handles,
this cause i'm outta practice,
burning incense, exotic cactus,
perhaps this is all it will take,
to help you break my spine, getting wet,
replaying the past in my mind,
gives me shivers, quivers,
like my heart when you pull up to the front
but God knows I'm ready,
holding steady,
keeping myself from pouncing,
hopefully soon this bitch will be bouncing,
and now i'm tripping,
dipping into the bathroom to make sure i'm straight,
wait, damn, is that red i see,
falling to one knee.
damn! this can't be.
