Stank is . .
observing you
from across a crowded room
and wondering
what da fuh
you’re wearing
under that
sexy white dress
if anything at all
Stank is . .
observing you
from across a crowded room
and wondering
how many ways
I can touch you
and make you cum
how many ways
I can make you cum
without touching you
how many times
in the process
you were made wet
how many times
I made you forget
yo damn name
I’m sure ~
ya didn’t st.. st.. stutter
as a kid
How do I shag your mind . . ?
Stank is . .
shagging that a s s . .
bent over the water cooler
or your desk at work
but I’m not even there
only the depth
of the penetration
into your soul is real
Stank is . .
wanting to taste you
feeling the honey
drip from my lips
as I kiss away your pain
watching that a s s bounce
in time to the rhythm
of the stroke
Stank is . .
the anticipation of you
coming home
and me waiting in the doorway
b u t t n a k e d
smelling of African Musk
with a candle
roses and champagne
Stank is . .
seducing you
not even knowing
that the seduction
was all yours
c a l l i n g . . !
the day after ~
and you pretending
not to know my name
j u s t a p a w n
an object of your arousal . !
Stank is . .
smelling yo finger
in the middle of
Sunday Morning sermon
Stank is . .
pastor smelling his finger
in the middle of
Sunday Morning sermon
Stank is . .
knowing that you too
are a freak
and are thinking
the same things too
© mingoáo