the last real fuck I had can't be put to words
coz the last real fuck was in my dreams
the last contact I had was with the woman of my dreams
and she reminded me that karma is still a bitch
and women take real men they can't take in a snitch
so I'll stop here before I start saying of how warm that night felt
of how close to heaven I thought I was
yes.. am about to stop before I tell of how great her moans made me feel....
I wish you all were in my head coz then I won't have to tell no one about me and her....
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A Thousand Poems To Us'
PoetryThis is based on pure emotions and real life experiences.
