Baby thoughts dead enough

 
You said your mind was pregnant
you were feeling dizzy all the time
no looks, no gentle or loving touch
you wouldn’t sleep with me
neither topping nor bottoming
not even graze your feet on my feet.


I couldn’t fuck your mouth
cause your head was pregnant,
I couldn’t lick your teeth
cause your head was out of ordership.

I turned my bottom to your face
I had no tail to move -that wasn’t looking cute-
you vomit straight away, your mind is acting weird
there is no control that could obey my needs.


The mind babies, they born soon enough
-in two or three months-, depending on the drugs
the weed, your partner and your mother.
How old is your mother?
Normally they are bad
but if you are lucky they die once they born
they look at you in the eyes,
they touch your hand, you are about to cry,
you seem an undisclosed desire.

The day arrived, you woke your ass up
and rested your hand onto my dick.
Oh my god! Oh my point of G!
The baby was dead!
I was never that happy, so horny
and firmly attached to your glory prick,
your thought didn’t make it,
you decided to stay with me.

I shave my smile, I shave my heart
I need my facial expressions to be clearly seen
and my dirtiest feelings to be fulfilled.
My hairy desire won you back
there was no prize for the line, only bingo this time.


Give me your mouth, show me your teeth
your fucking mind is rabbiting on mine.
Now you can finally listen to me and float
you realized this is a mouth and not just a throat.