Pussy

back in the day we used to pray
today you say it ought not be that way
back in the past was a blast you see
today I'm as a mouse stuck in a maze
getting stuck inside its cage
when we first met how can I forget about Keith Sweat
those tender years to frolic with those many beers with tears
remember those days hanging out at the village pier
for I shed a single tear to numb the pain
not having you in my arms was driving me insane

sweat came from my head knowing we were off to bed
the next thing I knew she was giving me head
then we frenched and necked with heavy breaths to implode
I stuck my finger in her pussy it was mighty juicy
for me pussy ain't nothing but meat on the bone I'll suck it I'll fuck it I'll leave it alone
still I took things further by putting my red hot cock inside her nothing finer
the pushing and groaning had everything going
we took our time in our loved filled swing
onto the climax with orgasmic fervor
just don't call me late for dinner
then after I took out a cigarette as we sweat

a candle was lit by the edge of her tit
soft tunes through the room of Barry White keeping the mood on
all that jumping & pumping
left me happy inside with memories to confide
her unique pussy was tender at most
like a seagull getting lost over the coast
for now I'll roll with the punches until we meet again to explore

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