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Hokus Strokus
Call me the magician pulling rabbits out my hat,
the 13th Friday Jason Voorhees stabbin at your cat,
true hocus strokus power when I use my magic wand,
when upbeat melodies are sprinkled to a sadder song.
These oral capabilities that tangle with the gods,
just wrap your legs around my love of flesh and made as hard,
as concrete in the city jungle, let me splash and rain,
with multiplistic pleasures only you will ascertain.
The body of a goddess hottest motions we'll divide,
and feelings warmer than the hottest ocean when inside,
your core of molten lava java with a drop of milk,
your nectar sweet as sugar woman, not a drop I'd spill.
While swimming in the heavens you and I collide as one,
the brownest colors sparkle when your eyes align the sun,
for I'm your Mr. Wizard but our show aint for TV,
it's not for K-I-Ds the grown and onlyest is we.
I know that you are captivated by my strokus spell,
your chances of escape are like a snowball's chance in hell,
your cool demeanor melts so fast into a running stream,
my tongue will lap your essence up, a vivid stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry Potter but I will not make a flick,
you're dealing with The Cunning Linguist, lemme take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll stamp you like an envelope in jail,
the magic spells I cast will do much more than open mail.
In fact extinguish all the lights, upon your walls I'll write,
graffiti in Tahiti, we will bounce and ball all night,
because I'm a magician known for tricks and slight of hand,
with mentalist illusion yes I am the rightest man.
Before I end this baby I will get down on my knee,
and pledge undying love to you for all the years I breathe,
it's more than just the magic of the stroke that drives you wild,
don't ask me how I do it, it's that hokus strokus style.
©2011
