Boy You Know Thats Not My Pussy

I remember when the dawn
was a willing woman
stradling my lap interrupting my thought process
wooing me with explicit adjectives and pronouns
hushed whispers about your tongue and my cock
face buried deep in shaved pussy with juicy lips
make you lose control by the touch of my fingertips
while I ever so gently and often like silk
keeping your hungry asshole well fed
with a tad to big glass dildo
as you turn around
with a nasty wonder in your eyes
moanin' "nigga stop playin' take it out
I know you want to smell my Sour Diesel
ass cheeks spread like an all you can buffet
black thigh highs with the thigga majiggys
runnin' down the back of the legs
cum covered by an erection lastin longer than four hours