If looks could kill

While her knickers and my drawers introduce on the floor/
below these covers and sheets, four feet dangle out in the raw.
We start off with a tender kiss, then I'll slip down to her hips/
her tootsies twitch as I reach her lil zip with my lips.
While the bed is a riot, and beats the wall so violent/
our threads make friends with our underwear and form an alliance.
Here comes the moment of impact when the volcano erupts/
her tight fists grip the sheets, while I blow my ammo of muck!
She feels vandalized after I've sprayed my graffiti/
her feet curled, my meat urled after it battered her tweety.
She sighs as I slide out of the side of the bed/
then I roll a cigarette in fingers, and pop some of my meds.
She crosses her legs, and folds her hands behind her head/
her eyes ain't satisfied if looks could kill then I'd be dead!!