Yeah, yeah, uh
I remember the nights, thought you was the one
Kept you close by, thought it was love
But now it's clear, you playin' them games
All those whispers, all those names

You were the queen of the scene, takin' shots with the team
But your heart wasn’t clean, just a part of the scheme
I saw potential, something essential
But you were playin' both sides, like it's confidential

I was lost in your eyes, fell for the disguise
But now I realize, it was all lies
Tried to build you up, gave you all my trust
But you were just a diamond covered in dust

Thought you were different, thought you were true
But now I see the real you, yeah, I see through
You had the looks, but your mind wasn’t steady
Yeah, the girls look good, but their minds ain't ready

*******, you had me fooled, had me in a daze
Almost made you my forever, almost lost in your ways
But now I'm movin' on, findin' someone real
Someone who knows how to love, someone who can feel

Yeah, the girls look good, but their minds is not ready
I said the girls look so good, but their minds is not ready
What you gotta be a thot for, what you gotta be a thot for
**** girl, I thought you were a lot more, yeah

Now I'm back on my grind, focused on me
No more illusions, now I see
You were just a phase, just a page in my book
Now I know better, don’t need a second look

So take care, girl, wish you the best
I'm out here winnin', no time for the stress
You were a lesson, now I'm blessed
Drake out, on to the next, yeah

He strides with power, making hearts leap.
Not tall, dark, or handsome, yet a sight to see,
Big, black, and strong, raw intensity.

His skin, a deep brown, a warrior’s tale,
Scars map his body, a living trail.
Each mark a story of battles fought,
Victories won, and lessons taught.

A rugged face with a granite jaw,
Eyes like fire, wild and raw.
Intimidation mixed with thrill,
A promise of power, strong and still.

Beyond the fight, his passions flame,
For his lovere, his heart does claim.
A touch both tender, yet commanding,
Master of desire, ever expanding.

His caress a journey, his glance a vow,
In his arms, no resistance now.
A force magnetic, drawing near,
Igniting flames, dispelling fear.

A legend lives in shadows’ embrace,
Strength and desire, no one can trace.
In his presence, mysteries unfold,
A tale of power and passion, bold

My body practically salivates, that greedy part of me demanding satisfaction. In these moments, I’m acutely aware of the intense hunger I have for him, a craving that transcends reason and pride. The anticipation, the need, it all becomes a consuming force, leaving me desperate for his touch, his presence, his ****. The intensity of my longing is a testament to the powerful connection we share, a connection that leaves me yearning for more, always more.

My body trembles, craving to be fed,
A hunger deep, with thoughts of him in bed.
Desire's flame, it burns so bright,
A need that keeps me up at night.

Anticipation, like a storm it brews,
His touch, his scent, the feelings I choose.
Desperate for his tender kiss,
Yearning for his touch, his bliss.

A bond so strong, it binds us tight,
A connection deep, pure and right.
In every moment, my heart does soar,
Craving his presence, wanting more.

This longing's power, it won't subside,
In his arms, my secrets hide.
A love so fierce, it shakes my core,
Forever yearning, always more.

My body aches with craving, pure delight,
A hunger fierce, ignites in darkest night.
Reason and pride, both cast aside,
Desire for him, no place to hide.

Anticipation grows, a burning flame,
His touch, his presence, I whisper his name.
Desperation’s grip, I can't ignore,
Yearning for him, always wanting more.

A bond so deep, it pulls me tight,
Connection strong, it feels so right.
In every moment, my heart does race,
Craving his love, his warm embrace.

The need for him, it never dies,
In his touch, my passion lies.
A testament to love's sweet lore,
Forever seeking, always more.

His voice, with its thick Jamaican accent, warm breath breathing down neck sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel my juices sliding out. Sir says I should be embarrassed by how badly I want ****, and it’s true—it’s all I can think about. I laugh at the absurdity of it, knowing Sir enjoys using the word “****” It throws me for a loop, but in this moment, I’m too needy to be embarrassed. I just want him inside me; my desire is insatiable. My body is practically salivating, she's so greedy tonight, she's demanding satisfaction.