Mr NyQuil

I been
sitting over here sick
Dreaming about shit
Like the dick
I can’t get
Or his lips on my clit
And I’m sick of this shit
I need to call the poet
And let him know that
He’s needed
To bring that damn
big dick to me
I’m truly
in need
For him
to eat and beat
This pussy
So come quick
But don’t cum quickly
Stay deeply
inside my insides
Slip and slide
All in my guts
Get theses nuts
up out me
So properly
I can heal
Mr NyQuil