duel lap
where is she at?

gotta a show pony
gives me purple money
sobs in secret

miss that cretan

parish perusing

fishing for a smoochinnn
lose tailored boxers
carry jewels with indiscrete notions

that linger and dote on missed approaches

i decided i wanta big man that s large to absorb my height in his eyes

and enough that i kinda want to nap by his thighs

too bad disenchanted stares lurch
bothered about too heated sighs

miss that swoop whooping windedness that comes from flurried bed ridden
embezzlements

in my head i hear blankets tapping on each other
i see lanky pretentions
upon the lush and a middle dissension
of his mention..
ha ha im a two- bit jezebel
throwing hip into my saucy thoughts
my mom said she was retiring from pimpin

and that little flowery sheer thing was not something she was recomendin
i kept it movin
but i think its odd
that all of a sudden im dippin rapantly
into memories

bubbled into one single history

of elation, masturbation and awful break up occupation

its like washing dirty underwear so they look like new...
dosen't matter what you do...
cause inevitably shining em...

they still be funky in a few.