Monday, August 9, 2010

Poetic Justice:Precipitation....

On my bosom it rest, slowly inseminating my chest Baby u promised me it wouldn't make a mess....
I digress......
Knowing I would want nothing less, than to have your offspring sprinkled on my breast...
Or even my face..why let it go to waste, your a king so its my honor and duty to taste, its a recession so negative on me leaving a trace, even the saltiness I can assure you I intend to embrace.
I place no restrictions when it comes to pleasing you cause at the end of the day you my man and I'm your boo...

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