Sweetest Peach

Yeah. Dirty dick Cheney is back in action in a drastic fashion picture it Massive passion with a fatal attraction Liquids splashing licking the clitoris 8 am awake From the night before at the corner store asking for a pack of magnums I don't rode her bare back but she has ass like stallions Drink her dirty bath by the gallon There is about to be some skeet Shooting and deep rooting as sweet as wheat gluten till we sleep snoozing if only a brief but complete union each week tune in with a public service announcement of deviant deeds When she's on her knees Feeding her seeds Gotta catch my breath she makes me wheeze while I breathe keep my secrets discrete and we'll creep on the humble like mumbles I like getting strangled so hard it might burst a corpuscle and bronchial My beautiful angel that dangles at strange angles We are an odd couple that struggles with normalcy just between you and me 9:48 I am going home It's wild my profile is triple xxxs on some next shit every twilight and new moon get your neck bit accept it Like my prime directive My perspective is excessive and progressive breathless yet energetic Bite your neck as the world turns for the young and the restless Follow the guiding light and wind up in the realm of the wrecklace intrepid And a leftist who's enmeshed as either sexist or a human that is sexually expressive She's aggressive and I like it rough raw and all of the above See Me and my freaky mistress We can kick it in my tipi splifted Weekly visits I'm sadistic she's masochistic Blood rushes and rages like rapids Splashing liquids It's a graphic image Sapphic flowers and lude behavior Her flavor the sweetest peach I wanna doze of clothes off sleep for a week

Take tall trees and cut em down Watch the love from below flood the ground The way she moans I love the sound 2009 might be the year of interracial facials The truest story is told only to the grateful faithful who engage in activities distasteful One shoulder is azazel the devil on other shoulder an angel In between the two I dangle at an odd angle tangled in the web of life Getting the best head of my life Sorry if I say things that are outlandish But understand this I am an Artist and your brain is the expansive canvass I compose my life in measures for you to sample it I package the truth and manufacture a way to market it comprehend it Without expensive hints at the vintage Glipse Bids at friendship I bid you ado the realist sentiment sexual partners but a lack of partnership Back In the meat marketplace heart colder than an attic brick The bars I script are so real the time I take to blog jogs the memory legs moving staggering from vodka almost Posen consciousness drunk at 10 am with carnal knowledge of lives mystery History is I lick lips with rings The future is a trip to see