Open my legs up he is the investigator
My operator no gas machine
He gives his breath to me
I feel I have to pee
I think I squeeze
I spit all over the master piece
Its tingling im weak
He eats away everything
He takes all my energy
Places his pole in my treasure
I think we should have measured it
Cause I cant handle the long weapon
And I scream im in heaven
Excuse my metaphor
But he tugs away my war
Between my legs for it was hurting
Throbbing it was so sore
Flood gates
I declare
i let him open them up
And boy I tell you he went to work
Biting
Teasing
Kissing between
Thighs and
Lips
Asking me who’s is this
He punishes me cause I refuse to tell…
He is my investigator he trying to take all my water out my well