Aye Let me Holla at You!

Aye shorty let me holla at you! Is
that the way to treat a lady? I'm not
your hoe or your bitch and I'm damn sure
not your baby.

If we don't want to talk to you, you call us
a bitch. If I had a quarter for everytime I
heard this word I'd be rich.

We don't want you so rough. We want you
gentle, sometimes you could show me you
could be a little sentimental.

Aye let me holla at you! Talking to me with
your hand on your dick, you keep runnin' up
in people and your going to die because you'll
get sick.

Stop coming at me with those sorry ass lines.
So step off because I ain't got time. Here's a dime
so you could get away from me and mine!

Comments

Sixty Nine

Lay down baby as I climb on top to enjoy some sixty nine. I wanna suck and you lick at the same damn time. Motions coming together like a pen to paper to come up with one of the dopest rhymes. Face so deep while your tongue makes my clit swell. Slurping and licking when your pre-love started to raise and fell. Trying not to win and be defeated by the round bell. Losing my way as you take me over the edge. Eyes rolled back in my head while your dick sits on my chin and I try to get away by going to the end of the ledge. Gripping my thighs while your tongue does sit ups against my walls like a work out that's a 60 minute exercise. Struggling to catch my composure with my confidence dying of an early demise. I come back strong to finish my task. Deep throating and sloppy as you lose your control mask. Massaging your balls as I continue to slurp ever so fast. You've had about enough, so you flip me over on my ass. Entering me full throttle like you have a full tank ...

R&B and Chill

Sitting up in my room waiting to play this little game that we play. Back in the day, when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, so I'm longing for you to stroke me up the right way. Wondering if I should send you a four page letter. Wishing you were sleeping in my bed, making me wetter. Can we talk about how dirty we can get? My mind is telling me no, but my body is here for it. Knocking boots is all that's on my mind, so how does it feel? Straight to the point without innuendos, you know the drill. My love, do you ever dream of us making love on a beach of jet black sand? I want you to do all the things that makes you a man. Give me a new school touch and love me back to sleep, but mixed with an old school vibe of making sure my body never feels incomplete. By: NeekThaPoet

I'm Happy for You!

I'm happy for you because you got a new girl. I'm just a little shocked your broke ass is able to show her as you put it, "the seven wonder's of the world". You didn't do none of that when I was with your tired ass. Hell, you couldn't even afford to buy your own bus pass. But I guess you're the one having the last laugh. Baby girl needs to get a friggen grip. I bet you got her believing every lie that comes across your lip. By now she's probably sprung and you got her dick whipped. So why are you still on my back? Go home to your "new girl", because there won't be a recap. Besides, I'm addicted to a new drug. So stop hoping for a relapse! So get a clue and go bug your new boo. Face it I'm done and I don't want shit to do with you.

NeekThaPoet

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