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I fucks with the poet

fucks with the poet
And he knows it
When we talk all poetic and shit
It gets my pussy wet
And his dick gets hard
Oh lord
Now Let me just explain this shit
It�s like exotic language
When we go at it
piece by piece
Verse by verse
We converse
As word players
Word slayers
Cutting up as we spitting up
Pieces
to move your soul
We lose control
And embody it
Put the dick in this pussy
And set fire to it
Get caught up and engulfed in it
No Limit
Uh na na na on it
Wet wet wet
Faucet dripping
I love this shit
I fucks with the poet
And he knows it
It crazy how he
touch my body
When He suck it up
Then fuck it up
Getting passionate
Grabbing ass and tits
Nigga tells me to take this dick
I ain�t playing
When I�m saying
I Love this shit
I live for it all
I am enjoying this
As We Bust it up
And the nut erupts
And we both
hella hella satisfied
until next time
I fucks with the poet