when i get down i get nasty
straight fuckin lasting
all night, luther blasting
on top or freaky like porno casting
back breaking thrusting
i go for hours not rusty
i fuck till shit get crusty
till she holla, i'm thirsty
and her heads bursting
screaming so bad she's cursing
not form pain, from lust
she's so hot i'm a bust
a nut, i;m not a squirrel
i'm a red rover, shes cumin all over
its straight thug nasty
she can't talk, all raspy
nasty like good
thug sex in the hood
shes banging, i got wood
sorry its explicit
complaints won't fix it
thug nasty consistent
right
thug nizzasty
Haha. Made me think of my friend Brian...haha. He's 'Thug Nizzasty'.
This shit reminds me of the wife when we got freaky, now that shit was thug nizzasty
haha good poem.
another good sex poem written by you... i like this one a lot and the way u use different words to describe it. good job
This was humorous, the choice of words nut, squirrel, thirsty, rusty and the rest. Good way to describe another person's weakness, through self.