Fu@k that..... Who are we kidding? Only ourselves.. 98% of people aren't even compatible with poetry love affairs. I'm screwing you all night with these nouns and verbs.
Who else you're going to get that from, if it ain't me then it's nobody.
You know with me you perform all Soak- operas, and you like it. You like your undergarments milky and I like your body silky, you never denied me not one time of going poetry- dipping in your liquids.
Fu@k that I'm not playing no more, let me use your breast as instruments of pleasure and allow me to earn a scholarship to your vagina university, I promise you that I'm going to graduate with honors and you'll be proud of me.
I wanna tap my drumstick on your bass drum, nice catchy rhythms, I wanna make your vase Cum, water them flowers on them sheets and watch them grow.
Hop on top of me and scream to the sea, scratch my back up let them demons see.
Can't nobody ring your bells like my seashell, the day we stop loving you'll rather go to hell..
Besides the vibes, I'm just a "Bee" that loves the sweet taste of your honey.. Let me inject my stinger and be regenerated all over again.. It's safe to say we're stuck in your stickiness forever..
King Qadar Dwon'