A Game of Hoes
I love females
Sleek, slim, thick and tall
Creamy, rich, tasty, brief
Love them angles and the curves
Love ’em cold, want the warm
Want them wet, hot and tingle
I’m a story of daily deaths
Watching butts wriggle
I should stop
But will is feeble
Father says I sin too much
Mullah’s frown says too much
But I seen too much
They say you can’t have your cake, eat it
Is it sin if you eat and don’t hit it?
Hit and don’t eat it?
This weighs too much
In my chest and down below
How do I prove this? love?
It’s way too much
All females are snakes
For they all hiss
Yet I speak for you, you and you
You know it’s true, true, true
This love is true
And if you’re man
You have it too
But you’ll hate my love pretendedly*
I care not
Hate this love
I want it all
Yours truly
You’re welcome
