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Artist JoeMac
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Make a Mess Sex

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Whether they were colored sheets or plain, I F***** with her head until her mind came, A freak with manners because I'm properly home trained, my d*** stands up just so she can have a place to sit, and this rocking chair is comfortable as all to be damned, so she drops moreto enjoy the hardwood, going hard in the paint she knows that this game gets very physical, tells me that this is 90% of it but the key to winning is mental, yellin at me in my face, saying she loves when I think with my d***, and I casually tell her to blow my mind then, she wraps her lips around this north pole looking for an early white holiday, slobbin, suckin and givin it to her man just the way I love it, so I one up it like Mario brothers and lift her up by her crotch and start to eat from the garden of life, sore mouth with a lock jaw as if this Nani done K.O'ed me, I love giving head, and for her early work mornings, I get her out of bed with a personal alarm clock, cause waking up to a tongue beats the hell out of bells ringing at 6 in the morning, she clutches those sheets and she squirts and skeets all over my facial features, inadvertently making a mess, mama would kill us for having this type of room back in her house, but in this house, dirty is good, the only time we like being clean is when our saliva is cleaning each other off when we letting off, see we never do it with the lights off cause we like seeing what the hell is goin on, she quiet when she first enters the room because the quiet ones always have the most tricks up their sleeve and in her case, she's damn sure a magician, cause my d*** seem to disappear every time it come in contact with her throat, as for me, I'm her bank teller, cause money is just like sexin, if you grind hard enough, it for damn sure will keep on comin and in this case, she is my C-Note, because just like Ben Frank that lightning hits my stick with a rainstorm and I start to brainstorm cause that wet wet stays on my mind, scratches, bite marks and beat up body armor are our hieroglyphics that we leave embedded in each other caverns as a secret language for those who can't communicate proper, most would think its abuse, but others from our lineage will know its proper use of two souls that formed one flesh and beat the dog ish outta each other, because we animals of a different breed, seeds get planted and sometimes scattered all over the place when I mess with baby girl, her garden is not only eaten from, but also tended to very well, those vines swell around this trunk as it grows, screams and moans heard all the way up top from the canopy where all sound is usually silent, cause this ish here is built to last, see I learned a long time ago that every woman is a freak, it just take the right brotha to bring it out of them, and once I brought it out, I brought her innermost thoughts out, cause she said a relationship without good sex is like a pencil with no lead, pointless, so I sharpen up and ensure that I write lust letters all over her being, I do it right the first time so I won't have to scratch or erase anything that I've written thus far, because poetry is sometimes written best, when the canvas you have to write on is naked and wet

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