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Nasty Girl
When I act out,
it’s because I want you
to blow my back out.
Make me regret my earlier decision
to lash out.
Make me tap out.
Silence my pleas, please,
spit in my mouth,
don’t be scared, slut me out.
It’s hurricane season;
The forecast predicts a lot of rain down south..
I need it,
I’m begging you,
cos it’s been a long drought.
Nasty girl.
Who would do anything to please.
Who doesn’t mind getting on her knees.
Who would rather use a safe word, than run away and leave.
Nasty girl.
One in a fucking million, and don’t you forget it.
Nasty girl.
The one who always swallows, never spits.
The one who makes you question, “How you do that shit?”
Nasty girl.
The one you can never forget.
If you ever let her get away, well,
that just makes you an unlucky son of a bitch.
- Poetic Gawdess
it’s because I want you
to blow my back out.
Make me regret my earlier decision
to lash out.
Make me tap out.
Silence my pleas, please,
spit in my mouth,
don’t be scared, slut me out.
It’s hurricane season;
The forecast predicts a lot of rain down south..
I need it,
I’m begging you,
cos it’s been a long drought.
Nasty girl.
Who would do anything to please.
Who doesn’t mind getting on her knees.
Who would rather use a safe word, than run away and leave.
Nasty girl.
One in a fucking million, and don’t you forget it.
Nasty girl.
The one who always swallows, never spits.
The one who makes you question, “How you do that shit?”
Nasty girl.
The one you can never forget.
If you ever let her get away, well,
that just makes you an unlucky son of a bitch.
- Poetic Gawdess
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