I Know That You Love Me

It was 30 seconds, 30 words. Eye contact was never blurred. She was a vision.

I was persistent. She was dribbling. I assisted. You know the drill. Now we're laid up.

Bad bitch with no makeup. Cute lips. You want to FaceTime with a mean walk.

We should face talk. Let me pimp strut on your G spot. G walk on your cervix. Then my pimp talk

make you nervous. Relax, baby, here's the purpose. I need you like

servers up in my room. I'm up in your boom. About to zoom across that velvet to bruise

the petals, divide the others with loose weight. No worry, baby.

Peanut butter my favorite flavor. Red bone life saver with a candy apple. I'ma bite it later.