We All Want It
Hating it..hating it
I Hate to admit it.....Hating to admit it........ but no one gives a ****....they were right....late at night .... sucking on mounds and mits
So when I spit on that **** ......... I gotta....I gotta remember to polite..... keep that rhyme tight.....
Love is precious ........love is dangerous....Love is adventurous...and arduous.... .... Love is...love is ...love is.....love
I Hate say.say it .......I Hate to say it ... Crave it.But I crave it .crave it….......I Crave it ...the smell of it ...the taste of it..
The Feel of it ...I Just can't....just can't .just can't .... get enough of it.........enough of it....enough of it.....
So here I am .... looking for the one....Looking for the one .....the one who looks like fun.....
A girl with class ....but who likes it in the ass....one with a little sexual Panàsh..........one with a ***** stash
Love is precious....love is dangerous
I Hate say.say it .say it..I Hate to say it ....But I just crave it .crave it…crave it.......I Crave it ...the smell of it ...the taste of it..
The Feel of it ...I Just can't get enough of it....enough of it .....Can't wait...Can't wait .... to get back to it
I Hate say.say it say it .....I Hate to say it ....But I crave it .crave it….......I Crave it ...the smell of it ...the taste of it..
The Feel of it ...I Just can't get enough of it......Can't wait...Can't wait ....can't wait to get back to it
Copyright © Kenneth Starr | Year Posted 2016
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