My left foot is the pastStanding on the shoulders ofMy legacy, and The men I have been.I wash the filth from me andIncorporate the Victories.
Lie back upon the Pillow, rest your eyes, while I Ruthlessly tease you.
Swallow me like a Popsicle on the hottest Night of the summer.
Her favorite is when I fill her throat completely, Control her breathing.
That bastard swagger Brings her to her knees, just like Every other time.
The small of your back, Cooled by my hand, you ask me If we are alone