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Hot Head

I found someone my cock throbs for
I call her little scrapper
because she always tries to fight me
right before she fucks me
takes it up her ass
then sucks me
tells me she loves me
but she only loves when I cum
dump all over her face
damn, fantasies can be a hell of a thing
now on to another random subject
I'm what some might call a hot head
the only one talking real shit
used to think those I idolized
were spitting from the heart
then I realized it was only for likes
first sign at drops
then they changed their style up
remins me of she who shall not be named
we made beautiful poetry together
wish I had a chance to fuck that pussy up
only through lines
so sad it brings a tear to my eye
sorry girl
maybe in another life
I'm no Mother Teresa
more like the puke on the streets
the last of the dark side of poetry
you don't want to look
but I'm still here
ain't going anywhere
stressed out
and mad as hell
I love as hard as I hate
best to be on my good side
because when I bring the wrath
it'll be hardcore in your ass
thrusting in like a fucking God
till you change your profile name
and picture
but I can tell it's you
scared that I'll come
and over throw that rock