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Feb 2017
Body of a goddess
her features the oddest
that’s what makes her the hottest
she thought she knew love
until I teach her what a God is
I'm a preacher and a prophet
so when I reach her, I won’t stop it
pretty little eyes, they make my eye-max.
Thick thick thighs,
she makes my high max
I won't stop it, until she prospers
take the good with the bad and all the rest of her orders
like a gentleman, I let her *** first, then I switch up the orders
then give her comfort like her thumb hurts

**** in a dress, real pretty in my extra long t-shirts
make her feel so good, she'll never feel hurt
lovers before friends
so when it all ends,
we'll be right back
to where we begins.

She’s so bad,
that when she’s good,
she's Bad.
I'm kinda wishing
she would.
One in trillion,
best of a chosen few.
*** her in a bad way
she loves it when I do it that way.
Choker on with some high heels
So **** she's
given me the best of views
couldn’t imagine it any better
if I did it wouldn't trues
angel in the streets
under the sheets
she's a sinner
No trick or treats
finger licking good
she will eat,
sum good lovin
for dinner,
And whine
the whole time
until I
finally
deliver.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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