Poem -

"Humming like a funeral cermony"

"Humming like a funeral cermony"

"​​ Lil Moma don't have a man 

she's the type always glimmering,

I'm like God Damn

She has me

sensual staring, clothe tearing

with

an ass from LA to Pomona , yeah california

with killers in pacoima,

I aint f​​ Lil Moma don't have a man 

she's the type always glimmering,

I'm like God Damn

She has me

sensual staring, clothe tearing

with

an ass from LA to Pomona , yeah california

with killers in pacoima,

I aint flashy 

butbut

I aint rich, i got hands to fist 

funky iguana ,

mad dog me to get your head in a twist

Shorty I know you see me

aint no stunt being blessed, 

the grimmiest

in my dream these chumps is funny

a mouth stinks like bologne

serious

your breath humming like a 

funeral ceremony

This Chick dancing can be cunning

floor fucking  and kissing cousins

her pussy , juicy to the delivery

that drips with sweet honey 

short rewards with

a bonus of Titties and Kitties

and money

our lips become dry and thirsty

a maybe baby in your tummy

Food on everyones plate chicken on rotisserie

chuck steak 

eat a nigga on his dinner

plate

move like a quality shape shifter

trying to debate with

hostility

my family's name ampules 

to a dancing

making everyone do the jerky

hands itchy

eager to own Gold currencie"

gold digging making nothing

no more pity

because i live in a erotic 

Lil Moma you still see in you 

wondering still , why?

let's contemplate and play

not to stay away,

Forgive me someday so not to rot 

someday 

making love to you like a fair

give away

I hear your voice the type to be 

my choice

You riding me through a convoy

loud speakers sounding

Im rocking like the real McCoy

slapping skins, fucking to have twins

day and night knocking boots 

love making spontaneous with the toys

screaming like you climbing Mt Everest

lay back on the head rest

back seat grinding baby succulent 

cleaning spotless like a 

monument

bend over, its over, tatt on your ass of a

lucky clover

loving the warm splash spread all 

over

 opened legs fuck the religious order

crys of more 

I swim down under like a diver

I'm an explorer my goal is to reach 

way into your core"

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Tony Taylor

My God Sir Michael!!.........your words are like a painting.........touching the soul of the truth of the NOW!!........a splash of color that is so unique..........so incredibly well delivered........that there is no doubt in my mind that you understand your own profundity.........and your amazing ability to .........wield words with almost divine paint.........covering the canvas of your minds inspiration...........you my friend........are a friggin' God-given poet.........of the highest order..........I do not EVER give this type of review.........but......you have blessed my personal belief that poetry..........is so VERY underappreciated .......I am moved...........and I thank you.............Love and Rockets!!..........T xo

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Richard Waters

You got into top gear here and it shows in the flow !

Lovely write !

:)

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Michael Villamarin

Thank you my boy... I love to write poems, lyrics and rap. This is actually a freestyle that came out my mind in a few minutes. Thanks again. It's good to meet people that feel my inner self which is my passion.

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Michael Villamarin

And gratifying my mind life will never end only drift to the 2nd heaven to drift inspiring time..

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