Intimacy

I’ll tell god to fuck the world just to put you in it. The world getting blessed anyway and in a way I can’t seem to describe your feeling. Some say I just talk about sex they know no better. I fall inside the greater part of you then know no one better. You got me here to smoke girl this a set up. Your attire I wanna retire like a grave I dig your get up. You was operating on low gas I think you need a fill up. I won’t pull out when I pull up. Curb your clout I got you shook up. So when I pop you waste yourself you get canned for being a some soda. I go hours in to get ours in don’t complain I ain’t came yet so what. It may have been a while even in the now I missing your touch. Stuff your mouth I love the sound cause you can’t say much. Say you hungry and I eat you for your lunch. Fall asleep up in it, it’s too plush. Treats it as coco puffs and go coco as you go nuts. Any given Sunday I’ll pick you like 70’s hair using no brush. Give you this paresthesic knock it loose you start to feel numb. Your pedestal on its highest form they can’t label you as school gum. Cause only I get a piece. Ill bag you four times for the price of one til the chips increase. Curiosity killed the cat, you wondered how it fit, now you laying there lifeless cause your pussy deceased. It’s soul snatch and grab with a look that’s what you in to I see. I massage your back as another form of intimacy.