My pen hasn't even been able to kiss you
Fleeting ink stained skeeting
Damn....you are soooo what I've been needing
I've been runnin' around
Metaphorically giving written pecks
Waitin' and waitin' on yo baby
So I can pen about our sex
Fuck what others may think
I wanna bust ink in yo pink
I know you've been missin'
All of this venomous ink..
..Tricklin' off the tip of my Bic
Fillin' page after page with me
Now that you're back baby
Cum and see....eww wee
I'm on some lights down low
Pen grindin' in ya pages real slow
With it's tilted left hand slopin'
Baby..baby...I got ya open
I luv how ya pages S.P.R.E.A.D
To recieve the stroke of my pen
Helping to {Pro}create lyrical sin
Over...and Over...and Over again
The doesn't stay between the lines
Which is likend to bust spines
Holding you up in awesome wonder
Is like stand and carried sixty-nines
Steadily I keep pushin' my pen
So hard and deeply within'
As you continously take in my ink
When thirsty...you take a drink
When ya crave you get ya feedin'
So my aggression gives ya pages a beatin'
Yeah baby, I missed ya, what did ya think?
So when I bust I'mma cover you in ink...
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This was an awesome write swag!
