This is is a letter,
to the girl of my dreams.
Shit i should have started with a "Dear baby."
But fuck it,
I'm straying from the topic.
Right now i wanna talk about you and me;
or better yet the shit you do to me.
Girl you got the body n shape,
everytime you walk i love to see that booty shake.
Your breast aint big but,
fuck i'ld love a taste.
I be sucking on em like,
I be slurping milkshakes.
Oh damn maybe I really,
shoulda started with a.
"Hey baby"or"dear baby"
won't you be my only baby?
Your faults and your past,
are old news to me.
I just want you to think about you and me,
And what we could be.
Beautiful eyes, sexy lips,
picturing you going up and down my dick.
Quint it quick,
do a little split.
I do love that shit.
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Book Of Reux
PoetryA collection of poems, these are the words and thoughts trapped in my head, the darkness, pain, light and dread. Humans are after all open books
