Crown Me

When I put my iron mic in
Your lip you'll be biting
Fighting the urge to scream
As I invoke your nectar cream
To stream out of your royal treasure
From the pleasure making you wetter
And wetter as your yoni gets tighter
Than a shrunken cardigan Polo sweater
Tighter than the black fist in O.J.'s glove
My love will have you praying to the Lord above
This thug knows intimately how to lay it down
Enjoying the soothing sounds of your caramel brown
Your gushy pussy has hooked me line and sinker
This intellectual thinker enjoys being able to tinker
With the pinker sides of your internally moist walls
So just call whenever you want to passionately befall
With no hesitation at all because I'm all of yours
As this tour leads us on a course without force
Across the shores of your melanated pores
Making your juices pour down before I score
I'll ensure that you always get yours before I cum
It's never any fun if I am the only one to reach the sum
Cause the equation should always result in an equal
So they'll be more anticipation of an even greater sequel
I'm regal and have never been remotely like selfish people
I'll keep you satisfied every night of our lives so I can keep you
In my loving arms safe from harm and the storms of this land
Where narcissistic men and women are doing things underhand
So understand that all other women are now simply irrelevant beings
Because I'm seeking to keep increasing my odds of being your King