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Dicksick

       “Ever since 2:31 AM I’ve been deep between ass cheeks
You can call me the early morning freak, so fuck sleep,
      “Her complaining and cussing I straight ignore
As the comforter and pillows jumped their ass on the floor,

      “Asshole naked is how we sleep-never no clothes
And at this time no motherfucka better not be calling a phone,
      “Mama, daddy, sister, brother or cousin
Because my boo-thang is getting this wake-up lovin,

      “Slapping that thick ass is the signal to lift up higher
So I can fully submerge in my night time desire,
      “Just like the incarcerated, her pussy don’t get a vote
As I push in so hard her drool makes her cough and choke,

      “Whining for me to lube her pussy with spit
But I have one better-getting on my knees I begin to lick,
      “The shit she always want and sexually like
Now she is spreading her ass cheeks and moaning into the night,

      “Under the moonlight her pink pussy glowed and glisten
Contracting like she was ready to do some major pissing,
      “Still gripping, when balls against ass cheeks started hitting
Because one-hundred percent hard dick is what she is once again feeling,

      “At 4:15 I’m still on a pussy mission, with little kissin
No more pissin and off and on ass flippin,
      “Fucking her up not only physically but mentally
Making her understand this pussy belong to me,

      “Now at 6:00 AM she is still getting the business until the daytime
Penetrated by dick and daylight that is shining through the blind,
      “Still moaning and farting creating her own funky orchestra
Regardless, of the outcome baby I still love ya’,

      “In a fetal position holding her stomach she whispers ‘I hurt’
And give her the cell phone so she can call off from work,
      “Mad than a motherfucka at me because I refuse to quit
Now I’m in the kitchen making breakfast because my baby is Dicksick”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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