The Illusion of Love

Dandy, dangerous dames dallying, looking 4 love, black widows who love 2 f*ck, the illusion of love is lust, philippic conversations, where every other word you curse, pain is a must, it hurts but so does trust, her heart is covered in cobwebs -n- dust, her p*ssy is gorgeous, pink, potent, pretty, powerful, addictive -n- plush, passionate, emotions secreting, slow stroking waiting to bust, pleasure breeds more pleasure, 4 her pleasure causes me 2 erupt, it’s too much an addiction I need more, open up it’s powerful, I’m greedy 4 it’s never enough, I aggressively need her touch, she learned my body -n- only with her I can bust that particular type of nut, she captured my soul the very second we f*cked, she collected my thoughts -n- chopped them up, then told me if I wanted them back, I had 2 look her in her eyes -n- play with her p*ssy, while I f*ck her in her butt, until we both bust nuts, then go get a rag -n- leave a little soap -n- water on it -n- come back -n- wash me up, I’m cool with such instructions, no need 4 an introduction, we been f*cking, I must love her 4 something, but if it’s only 4 that, then I’m just lusting, look at them blushing, those dandy, dangerous dames dallying, looking 4 love, black widows who love 2 f*ck, the illusion of love is lust.