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I AM *the king* of tight pussy's
I AM *the king* of tight pussy's
This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth
Late better than never-- and I got this here forever
Flow like rain during any kind of weather
Keep this here close to my heart
And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start
Beat-beat Thump-thump
I'll just let the words flow from my heart
But you not feeling me’-- You not hearing your King
So I got to bring you back to the forefront with me
I remind you of all the things that you fear
This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call the Sun
Under its blaze, we two can become one
(let’s make our Son under His)
While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken
Promises I made to myself remain unbroken
My gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian
I am Man
The prototype was made perfect and pure
Whose prose is as tight as my kevels allow my manhood to be
Wrath my erection may not be able to endure
Thought I knew a good Woman and tight pussy as I make you surrender on your knees
And dream dreams about my seed taking root in this royal vessel
I am Mother Earth
And this is my Gift—my Gift to you
I am Myself and such a present I present to thee
For I AM King Poe tree
So when I seem silent
When you think you hear nothing but your heartbeat
Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze
I am the Life that flows from you
I am the Wind rustling the tree's leaves
I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another
I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers
I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue
I am that empty space you try to fill
So when you think you hear nothing
When you think you’re all alone
I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song
Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair
I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air
I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation
And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal
conversation
I am everything virtuous
I am the eye of the storm
I am your hope, your future
I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn
I am air, I am sky
I am the clouds and the Sun’s heat
But most importantly, to my core
I am the King of tight pussies …
This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth
Late better than never-- and I got this here forever
Flow like rain during any kind of weather
Keep this here close to my heart
And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start
Beat-beat Thump-thump
I'll just let the words flow from my heart
But you not feeling me’-- You not hearing your King
So I got to bring you back to the forefront with me
I remind you of all the things that you fear
This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call the Sun
Under its blaze, we two can become one
(let’s make our Son under His)
While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken
Promises I made to myself remain unbroken
My gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian
I am Man
The prototype was made perfect and pure
Whose prose is as tight as my kevels allow my manhood to be
Wrath my erection may not be able to endure
Thought I knew a good Woman and tight pussy as I make you surrender on your knees
And dream dreams about my seed taking root in this royal vessel
I am Mother Earth
And this is my Gift—my Gift to you
I am Myself and such a present I present to thee
For I AM King Poe tree
So when I seem silent
When you think you hear nothing but your heartbeat
Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze
I am the Life that flows from you
I am the Wind rustling the tree's leaves
I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another
I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers
I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue
I am that empty space you try to fill
So when you think you hear nothing
When you think you’re all alone
I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song
Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair
I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air
I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation
And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal
conversation
I am everything virtuous
I am the eye of the storm
I am your hope, your future
I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn
I am air, I am sky
I am the clouds and the Sun’s heat
But most importantly, to my core
I am the King of tight pussies …
Published 3rd Dec 2022
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3rd Dec 2022 11:58pm
With all that poetic flair, you should be.. I totally love the ambience of your confidence, you out into writing this engaging ponder
4th Dec 2022 00:38am
