Lesbianic medallions spin on dykes in boy shorts
Saggy shorts she’s wearing
But at dick is what she’s staring
At my dick, or the dick of someone standing behind me?
What are you looking at dyke? You want some of this?
Next thing you know…the dyke gives me the sweetest, most softest kiss
As I get out of the train I’m reassessing like, maybe I had dykes all wrong
Baby, do you remember
When I kissed your butthole and let my tongue flicker
Baby, do you remember
When they came out with that app, Flickr
Neither do I. After sex make me pie
I want it with vanilla and cherry
And decorate the plate with berries
Oh we don’t have any? Go pick some
Off a tree, duh
Don’t look at me like that, just get going woman
I swear, women are so difficult
I call this piece, Obsessed With Sex
****
There is no better feeling
Than masturbating into a woman’s mouth
There is no better feeling
Than watching a woman eat your jizzum
There is no better feeling
Than the last sucks she gives your dick to suck you dry
There is no better feeling
Except getting high
Like a TV with a fuzzy picture
I hit it from the back
Make her ass shake like Quaker Oatmeal
As I stare into her third eye
Should I put my thing in there next? I wonder that
Call me the starving artist, the hunger cat
I hit it like a Mexican lumberjack
Fuck with that
Come to my house if you wants to get fucked
In my basement, I tearz that pussy up
We can watch YouTube on the big screen
Tell ya bout my big dreams
I live the life of a bachelor
No better, it gets
I’m so grateful because
I had a beautiful babe pay
Me a conjugal visit
She sat on me like I was Earth
I cursed like, ahh fuck, ahh shit, yeah
Time was up, at the guard I smirked
Lucky you, said the guard
I know, I replied. I’m a lucky guy.
Does she have a cousin
You can hook me up with?
She might. Keep bringing me old rap magazines
And I’ll see what I can do
Two months later I get out
He’s like, but what about the cousin?
Fuck yooouuu
It was dark, we were showering
Do you usually shower in the dark, I asked.
No. Do you?
No.
*I grab at something*
Is this the sponge, I asked.
No. That’s my ass.
I then grabbed her face
And we began kissing
