THE EROTIC WRITER

 
Inside one filthy room
Thinking what he should write next
All he thinks about is women and sex

My life
Is like wasted sperm
Drop out and never learn
smoke weed all day

Still believe's
He could actually write
One erotic poem
Writing sex poems with his smart phone

Close my spanish eyes
imagine me fucking her
Cuming in my filthy mind gives me a blur

Never afraid
If my audience
Don't read my filt
NUTS over guilt