Oh Venus you man trapping ****, good looking, with
legs legs up to warm part I want - not feeling love for you.
Glad I wont be dad and your fetus went to heaven.
Poking holes in condoms - not good and so not good.
Making man dad who don't wannabe - not good news.
Keep stock of magnums for reason - not getting diseased,
big laugh on your *** got my groove master Johnson fixed.  
Groove master loves having late night lady part visits.
Your lady part - Johnson loves it but I got no love for you.

Please allow me
to cling to your skin
like the scent of a long night,
leaving traces that smell
like rain and sadness.
**** me in like a bitter shot
so my name sits on your breath
like whiskey and disdain
and let the thought of me
pollute you like the drag of a cigarette;
remaining long after
I've vanished through your teeth
and mingled with the air that fills your lungs,
hoping this time
you'll die a little quicker
as you breathe me in.