I’m under a cloud of messiness where bitches are squirting on the scene like precipitation does during the rainy season:
I’m getting a bit beyond myself; I have a few questions for you before we proceed on:
Are you home alone?
Do you have the propensity to play with yourself often? Do you have a man? If not, do you play with your clit?
Would you at this exact moment in time crave a hard chocolate tongue licking at your slit?
I’m quite curious — inquisitive — I’ve been told I am.
Damn, I’m trying to go ham on some yams like I’m eating fried chicken — goddamn!
I just see myself tossing your little/meaty legs in the air until you’re unaware that I’m even there.
I want you to be in La La Land, that place I do despise; but, it’s cool for you to be in this place while my face is between your thighs.
to be continued…