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It's good to have some tenderness but now aggression strikes,
I throw you down and flip you on ya back agressive-like,
the bed provides some cushion so my darlin donchu fret,
I'm on that freaky sh!t that other n1ggas don't do yet.
My tongue is the explorer and your body is the land,
you got the kind of work that just be bodyin' a man,
like standin' on the block and dishin' clips out by the dime,
while walkin' through your south I lick your cl1t a thousand times,
'cause yes I'm the explorer but my name ain't Dora boo,
to map your soul-case with my mouth; is that so horrible?
That little man inside the boat's my friend; I'm nautical,
and what I love devouring? It's easy not to chew.
Don't lie and say it ain't that deep 'cause see I got the truth,
explorin' don't have squat to do with sex; no knockin' boots,
it's just about me takin' all the bull and stress away,
the honesty sprays in my eyes just like it's pepper spray.
Your continent is somthin' 'cause ain't nothin' but the bush,
I chill in like it's Vietnam; that's Henny plus the kush,
which got me by the knapsack zippers; blisters on my toes,
the quest is done; your pepper spray now glistens on my nose.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
