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Feb 2012
She always says she needs more of me

I always say I cant get enough of her

Tangling her fingers in my hair she whispers ,”Are you staying”

I whisper back in her ear ,”Are we playing”

After a subtle chuckle she dresses her kisses across my neck like the chain I wear

She grips tight and slow moans at the thought of me crossing her border like I brought a green card

And im like ,”Put yo throat on it baby so I know you real”

She like, “Shut up daddy I hold it down now enjoy my skill”

Lights off and no wildlife but she soaring eagle

I didnt ask her any questions but her head nodding yes i know how to please you

I see im the type to understand that fair is fair, but this is no fair… Ima sore loser

So i leave from her verbatim

Legs i quickly place them… around my head

Her back against the wall as I wear her like a crown

Or rather a drinking hat the way juices flow past my tongue

Clinching convulsions got me gasping for air

Sayings of my name ricocheting off the walls

Ah yes, fair is now fair but im about to win it all…..
Keenan Felder
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