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Mood Swing #22: Craven
...if I ate your pussy
What kind of web would you spin around my tongue?
How thick would you make my hung jury...dangling with pent up fury
Bumping clumsily between my thighs
...when I milk you and slurp up your silk road?
What would your Storytime taste like?
I'm in a mood woman....beast mode
Tread lightly...as I travel nightly...in the shadows of your mind
Got no patience for lies...
So when I pry open your legs
And smudge my face all up in your pheromones
I know you gonna beg for me to stop..
Hence another fuckin lie
I'm gonna need you to do better....make it wetter
...so sick of your passive-aggressive bullshit
I'll spank your pussy-pulpit of hypocrisy like it needs to be spanked
You can thank me in the morning
...cuz tonight there will be no forgiveness
The Craven in me is a no-nonsense type of dude...sophisticatedly rude...
Make you always feel like you're always in the nude..
...whenever I enter the room..
I wanna wear your eau de parfum like truth serum
...cum accentuate this mood swing baby
..and don't piss me off
Or I'll eat you from the back like you owe back taxes
While fingerfucking you..
Collecting all interest in arrears...
Where your Alice in wonderland...meets my malice in the underworld...
So soak my beard in your pearls..
Swirl your hips unabashedly...and stop being a fucking liar
Cuz my Craven is a raven...
And He sees all that is you...
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