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Kicking back in an easy chair,
Making up rhymes going nowhere
Hear the door open, it makes my heart skip a beat,
But
when I look down those ain't no man's feet.
It's Dawn Marie holding up my room keys,
Got them from reception, she
shows me the tease.
It would have got them from me with ease,
She wouldn't even have to say please.
'I'm here
to bring you,' she begins to say,
'a present on Saint Valentine's Day.'
Love the way her body sways as she starts to
walk,
Dress clinging to her body, she's got nothing to hide,
Then a finger across my lips to stop my talk,
Just as
well since I'm tongue-tied.
Her fingers undo my zip,
As I pull down on her hips,
She's not wearing any panties,
but I knew that all ready,
And that's what I am, ALL ready.
She's settles then begins to grind,
Knocking all
of the words out of my mind.
Her mouth keeps making all of these sounds,
Makes me wish I could go ten more rounds,
She
makes me feel I could go to round fifty-five,
And still come out alive.
She's all 'move, move, move,'
till I
get into my groove,
Then no more words from her mouth,
Both our brains have gone down south.
I'm going harder
and harder,
compared to me, all her other lovers are mid-carders.
No one needs to measure,
I've got enough for both
our pleasure,
'Cause when we're done,
We've both come.
She makes no move to go away,
Never thought she'd be
the sort who'd stay,
Turns around and says, 'Just your luck,
I'm after a guy for more than just a (blank)'
Word
life,
That's basic Thuganomics.
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