__________by LeErotique

She made men forget they had dicks
Cause they be pussy when she walked by
Yeah baby was all mine
Mesmerized by the orchestrated sway of her hips
Like a pendelum of an old grandfather clock
Tick Tock...tick tock...tick...tock
Stacked like them crunk guls on them Outkast CD's
She'd freak me like a Rick James scene
Yaknowaddamean?!?
You know the kind you don't take home to mama
She would literally fuck the taste out my mouth
Then push my head down south and my taste buds would come alive
Then flip me over...cause my face she would ride
DAMN...she would have me cummin' out of my wits
Cause this chic was a Sex Shooter
Shooting love in my direction...pure perfection
If I had a dick I'd have a constant erection
From her sexin' her body flexin' into positions porn stars only dream about
And I cream at the mere thought of her
My juices would stir like a spoon in some *HOT SEXY GRITS*
Her lovin' the shit and I can't quit this habit nor kick this jones
Cause I'm still fucked up on how she'd make me moan...baby could bone
With her I found religion cause I'd scream "Oh God" through our session
This sexual connection taught me how to cuss...SHIT...FUCK...DAMN...WORK THIS PUSSY
Do it till you satisfied...whatever it is, handle your bizz
Lights, camera, action her love the main attraction and she the headliner...

Speaking of head...let's talk about how she make me hit the headboards till I got headaches and head trauma from her diving head first in my headquarters...no need for head starts cause she was head strong from the beginning...must have been the headmaster of the head foundation cause she gave it generously...

She love penetrated the core of me
Got me loyal like a dog to his master
I'd masturbate at the thought of her pussy perculatin' on my tongue
I'd be drunk off her cum like Ned the Wine-o
She was fine yo', lovin' the way she eat it from behind yo'
Seeing how many positions we could get in without my tongue never leaving her clit
From on her back...to her side...from on my face...from behind...to that number 69
Got me whipped like Devo, wanting to fuck for food, water, and shelter
Her love got me insane
Twitchin' at the sound of her name like she was cocaine
Cause I can't maintain
I can't maintain
I can't maintain
I can't...main...tain.

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