Mr. Late Night Creep

How can you deny her that intimacy, her every wish should be your command, so how can you as her man not be her genie in a lamp, she rubs you down three times to make you pop out, but you don't wanna put out, you'd rather tell her get out, sleep on the couch, you're too tired, and she is tired of this lack of love, cause even with love you need lust, that woman wants to feel that thrust, that poke, you should be her pope, blessing her with the dick, doing what the Romans do as if you were in Rome, your tongue should roam her every crevice, your fingers should created highway maps across her back, your mouth and her clit bangin like bloods and crips, her mindset flipped because she never had her pussy ate while being sat on the wall, balanced on your shoulders, she never knew the thrill of stand up 69's, she never knew face time wasn't only on a computer until you downloaded her software as she rode her program on your keyboard, you were part female cause you are what you eat, pussy, and then you stopped, so she set her clock for 1 o'clock to call me, Mr. Late night creep, majoring in between bed sheets with a minor in fitness, she witnessed my bench press, those body curls as I made her toes curl, her leg lifts would sift out the rift of you every time they would vibrate, her squirts released the hurt of the pain you caused and she would eventually fall to received a treat she shoulda been receiving from you, see this aint about cheating, this aint about creeping, this is simply about watching your woman teething like a baby, crying tears because I have quelled the fears of rejection that her man had once given, and now she is driven to drive my stick and adjust the clutch from when she wanna go from making love to down right fucked, she don't want your automatic, cause your transmission went bad, stuck in the repair shop, meanwhile, I popped her top, changing her oil every three thousand miles, removing your clut from her engine and while you were her beginning, I became her ending, and don't worry, I'll be sending you a bill for my service, cause I don't repair broken hearts, unless its your lady