Five Foot Deuce

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romance

Hey you, yeah you, miss five foot deuce, you always complain about being a short stature so allow me to take you upon my shoulders so you can be at high heights, let my arms be a crane and allow my tongue to clean yo window pane, I’m sayin, in my time, I’ve cleaned dirty dishes and bathrooms so it’s no problem cleaning you, how bout you lay down and allow my hands to play a tune on your keyboards, touching each key with precisely the right touch I mean, I don’t wanna do too much, I want the song to play the right way, let me grip yo lips between the rows of my teeth with slight nibbles, excuse me for that slight dribble down ya neck, but when I bite into some good meat, it’s usually tender and moist, but I’ll be stiff and hard, why don’t you come to my diamond yard so we can play nine innings and go to extras if need be, throw me that pitch so I can purposely swing and miss to repeat this at bat, or maybe you don’t want that, maybe you’re tired of the physical stimulation and need more mental preparation, and that’s cool, now lets crack open this bible and learn the truth, see God wasn’t searching for Adam in the Garden cause of the fruit, he was looking for you, the prettiest flower planted that day, see while they went astray, you simply bloomed, rainwater and sunshine nurtured the soil you arose from, you blossomed into caramel skin, free of impurities and the incisors of insects because He had to send his best to earth for me to be your permanent gardner, and trust, I can spread seeds all over the planet but I’d rather plant them in you, I’d rather eat yo salad, I’d rather use my tool as a brush to paint your canvas, and trust, Picasso ain’t got on me, I do my work in 3D with , determination and devotion, allow the motion of thrusts to cause you to bust, cuss me out in spanish from being so well mannered and tell me, “*** me like you just met me and I talked dirty about your mother, brother and *** the last woman who was ya last lover” yea, I like dirty mouths like that I can clean out, not to mention 69 is one helluva number, let ya right leg thunder and ya left leg rumble, while I become your own personal storm, let love be reborn through sweat sessions and marriage confessions because this right here is not a one night fling, this the type of love symbolized with rings, and you are my queen that I bow down to, be my cleopatra and snatch my lands to your sands to build pyramids, let our hidden hieroglyphics tell stories that only we can decipher, allow me to be your protection and provider, and you simply be my rider...for more than just a