Ah sweet romance. Lovey dovey walking in malls hand in hand. The age old “No I love you more”
Look, I’m not shitting on romance or love coz I’m single, neither am I bitter but there gotta be a limit. Can I be myself while with you?
CAN. I. JUST. BREATHE!
There’s a need by people to be with you to show you they love you which backfires badly. I don’t have room to miss you. You in my face telling me you love me becomes tiring. At some point, I will stop believing it.
Your actions > your physical presence in showing your affection. I’ve done long distance relationship and the time spent together was magical coz we made every second count. Now if you acting like my socks, you know when I fart and scratch my balls, I’ll get sick of you.
Some people don’t get this. They feel the need to blow kisses to someone next to them. Stop that! Can you honestly say you miss someone who is glued to your hip? This is why I can’t date a clingy lady.
I dislike clingy women man, like they always around you. You can’t be yourself coz she has replaced your shadow. Understandable you want to spend quality time with your partner but please, that doesn’t mean ALL THE DAMN TIME!
Clingy »>«< Insecure. They feel the need to be around you to ensure themselves that YOU want them around.
I’ll call her Wilhemina. We dated when I was in tertiary and she was just in her first year of her internship. What was cool at the beginning was we met at a hip hop show. I was impressed how she rapped along. We connected and I didn’t think I’d have a chance coz you know, she working and I’m a student (plus she was 3 years older)
So we kept bumping into each other at the hip hop show, well I orchestrated the “Didn’t think you’d be here” occurrence, we decided to meet where there’s less noise. Three movie dates, one varsity arts exhibition and a picnic I planned later…lets just say she was chuffed when I suggested we go together, she agreed immediately.
Little did I know that was about to be hell for me.
She took note of my class timetable and would show up when I was free to spend time with me. At first it was sweet but started getting out of control when I told her I’m not on campus and she’ll respond, “You supposed to be free or you don’t wanna see me”
It started being a problem when she wanted to be with me EVERY weekend. Citing things likes, “I was in varsity and I know how the girls are” Um…awkward.
Worse was I now had to lie to her as we chatted on Mxit daily. As stated, the first occurrences are sweet but it becomes too much. She bought me an extra charger and battery so I’m never offline. She would even buy me airtime randomly so we never disconnect. Please note the campus and res were in Auckland Park and she lived in Windsor. A taxi away.
Cut a long story short, she wanted ALL her time to be spent with me. Her decision, but for me to sacrifice ALL my time for her was never gonna happen.
Thats my gripe. Ladies, DON’T make me feel stifled. You not the only person in MY life. Respect that and we can get along.
I know a lot of people say time spent strengthens the bond, some say too much of a good thing is bad and some say let me breathe! Okay last one was me.
I don’t find clingy people cute. Fuck your insecurities and stuff them for making them about me. If we together, we will decide on time spent. Surprise me, I’ll like that. Don’t try dictate my schedule. I won’t do the same with you. Would you appreciate if I’m over your shoulder when you having cosmos with your girls?
You had a life before I walked into yours and so did I, why now you tryna take over mine? You don’t see me side eyeing you when you having a girls night out.
Thing is, you wanna be around me to secure your position with me but instead you are actually convincing me to relinquish you from that position.
I don’t want a girlfriend that can play FIFA as I’m certain you don’t want a boyfriend that can paint the nude nail polish perfectly. We are individuals that decided to have a relationship not a Siamese twin union.
Let me go and get drunk with the boys, ogle at ladies and remember I left you at home with Desperate Housewives DVD and come back and f*ck you silly. Now if you next to me at the bar watching a Floyd Mayweather fight, you think we gonna arrive at home and screw like rabbits. I’m sick of you coz you kept asking me, “Whats a low blow? Whats a TKO?” 1. I didn’t enjoy the night coz I was not myself and 2. I’m a man before being your man!
Oh…fuck the whole VISA application. You not the boss of me.
*Disclaimer: Missing Verses is me playing on a song I’m liking and writing like I was featured*
She is deadly, she once had that white chalk for them white sneakers Home made denim shorts, she deserves a big rock to go with them wife beaters She a knockout, you can say she’s cool coz everywhere she goes she accumulates a fan A ten out of ten, so hot you get a third degree burns, body a drum shit bangs her stride poltergeist, heads turn; her walk pulls your eyes, she herds clans Ninjas praise and bow to her beauty, ululate for that booty dying of thirst, dying to be next, I just watch as ninjas try defy fate for that cutey bloody murder, look her mercilessly sipping on that bloody Mary hade mabhebeza, look at her messing train of thoughts like she hardly caring looking fresh to death, ninjas are in morgues coz of her, speech frozen killing it on the streets, its a massacre, dude’s chest split open he poured his heart out and she said no, words she speaks often body a weapon, freakum dress the holster, she a spirit owner now she call me her accomplice, murder competition accomplished I cock and shoot, body bag her and she makes breakfast for us, kapish We so murderous!
Colourful drinks. Bikinis. Shorts. Light skinned thighs. Beach is now a destination. Yep thats spring/summer you seeing. Discard the polo necks, the wool jerseys & fur coats season.
This is the season of being silly and having less clothing. The sun sets way later so the the fun lingers on for longer. Yeah the heat may be unbearable but the cold drink you serve yourself is worth it so stock up on ice.
Now that cuff season aka winter is over, let me share a couple pointers of scooping that dime that is looking for that dude to ask, “You think a bikini looks better on me than a one piece?” while she is in ONLY a towel!
Insight, people are generally happier in summer because of the radiance from the sun rays, vitamin D (he he) and all. *insert link to scientific study here* so capitalise on the happiness that you have opportunity to quadruple. The big plus of summer/spring is there’s less ladies that believe you in it just for the posterior. Rememeber the winter talks that you want body heat? Yeah, thats why Mrs Palm & her 5 daughters had an orgy with you, you blatant no courtesy scoundrel!
Fear not, I’m gonna share a lil info and please know that you can adapt to your surroundings & situation. This is not a facts book but a view from one dude’s eyes
Don’t be a fool at the pool The beauty about summer/spring is the vast amount of pool parties that sprout up. 93% of the people at the party will be at the edge. Hint dive in the pool at least ONCE. Wait…if you can’t swim stay at the shallow end. Invite your preferred lady into the pool. You can spark a convo that not even the cold water can extinguish.
Wait…don’t ask about weight I believe EVERY guy should know this rule, YOU NEVER ASK THE LADY ABOUT HER WEIGHT! She might have gained a kilo or so with winter diet including soup and being a couch potato. Only allowed comment is, “You look good” AFTER she points out her weight. If she says she has gained tell her she still looks good. A large number of ladies wanna show off the summer body and if maybe she slacked her confidence is a bit dented. Compliment her and make her feel comfortable with her body. That goes a long way. Who knows, she might hold that body against you.
Be set at sunset As pointed out, sun sets later in summer. So for once be cheesy, take a walk with her. This way you get to connect with her mind on a open field. You gaining her trust and you talking to her without any disturbance. To you, its a walk and talk. To her, its a connect session. She is free and not confided by eyes or club songs in the background. For brownie points, have a late evening picnic. She might return the favour with breakfast in bed ;)
*Missing Verse is me taking a song I like and writing as if I was featured on it*
Know you better (Missing Verses)
I’m tryna know you better, whats your name tryna write you a love letter mind if I call you a belter, are you a champion batter Can I have your number, please don’t curve me coz you the apple of my eye Do you do yoga, jog; you look proper, don’t block, are you supple please don’t lie Will you follow me, Dm me, maybe sub tweet and do you have a clingy ex maybe? Will you expect me to call the morning after, a morning text maybe Excuse me as I’m looking at your hairstyle, I’m trying read what you thinking next baby trying get in that head, get you out those clothes and get in you for amazing sex baby Am I forward, do you like being pampered? ma’am you can start confessing You a morning or night person? A moaning or fight person? Just know I’m all in for the right person Can I stalk your TL, RT your selfies, like your pics on IG I like above average, can I test your IQ, can I make you change the last name on your ID I’m not interrogating, just contemplating if I’ll be the one you’ll call “my him” what’s your fears, your dream do you have tears, how you scream Ma’am I’m just trying to know you better
How did it spiral like this, I ain’t like this I can’t describe the feeling but I hate this, eyes closed, topless, shorts and dirty Nikeys Flashbacks, the smell of Stuyvesant blue clogs my nose and I glance at the dying flowers Radio barely audible, a glimpse of the time, I been awake for the last 36 hours Swig the bottle to my mouth, I’d surely fuck up a breathalyser now Pick up the torn envelope addressed to me and sit For the fifth time and I’m still cursing at myself after I read Claire’s letter This bastard smiling and complimenting my work ethic knowing full well he had my belter I should crash the server, make his company look bad in media or make it bankrupt Go over to his house, shoot him and his wife, dogs, kids, helper I think I should just erupt As for Claire…man I still love her, my angel, my all She did this for me but inevitably it became my downfall I’ve been cooped up here in my room in the dark, I didn’t even board the damn plane I just keep having thoughts of his grubby paws on her, touching that beautiful face, man I’m going insane I feel my world is crashing down, life has no meaning Fourth bottle of vodka and I’m now standing by the window, light up another ciggie. Puff and feel tears around my trembling mouth I grab the picture by the bedside, she was so happy in that white summer dress we grabbed a stranger to take a pic of us at that picnic, filled with so much innocence all thats gone, my phone beeps another missed call, Tiffany can wait She’s been hitting me up, I don’t answer i’m wallowing in self hate I have dreams and nightmares about Claire, it may seem like I don’t care but truth is all this chaos I deem as fair I messed up, my soulmate is gone; fuck whatever is going on Claire is gone
They say everything happens for a reason Dad had to abuse alcohol, granted as an unfit father, Back and forth adoptive families Then finally boarding school… Where I met Jay I remember when he first said “I love you” when we made love, our first argument Our first dinner, and how I struggled with fork and knife All I have are these memories… Shit then Mr Clark’s seed which has now developed into a fetus, kicks… I don’t know what to do, what to think, who to call All I know is I don’t want this fetus inside of me Legs crossed, on an undone bed, Apple MacBook on where your head use to lay Google Search “Abortion” <Backspace> Surrogate Mother <Backspace> The results are awful <Shut Down> Why is this love so complicated, I want to blame Jay for everything He takes pain way better than me Do I tell Clark? I need to stop the voices in my head I love my Jay, we made promises A couple a forevers and a day isn’t over Maybe the forevers are over, but the day isn’t We can fix this, Jay?!? Why is this love so complicated Too Many lives are involved I love him more than life itself My manual of life I’m lost without my Jay I love my lover, but all of this is backwards I just wish this fetus was Jasmin Who to blame?
I’m lost for words, I don’t know what to say I now recall that day, wish things didn’t pan out this way you’ve been a good girl to me and I appreciate you eternally while I was away I felt a void internally, my conscious telling me "is she loyal?" I felt a turn in me, you’ll always be a ten to me the lady that answered my phone, her name is Tiffany *sigh* you were never meant to find out, matter fact it shouldn’t have happened It was a Friday night and I was out with the boys, balling on our stipends Month end, just me and friends, I was looking for fun, they were looking for ass I don’t know anyone in this city, they my only connects Plus the fact that they got deep pockets, ladies favour such even the most ratchet Back to the truth, I got drunk and Tiffany was there She showed care, she looked so gorgeous in that short gold dress and Brazilian hair I remember I called you that night but it was way before your waking up time I wanted to tell you I love you and you’ll forever be mine Hitting voicemail depleted me, I felt lonely, Tiffany came up to me when I was alone I apologise I lost sense of my reality but I took Tiffany home We had sex and I’m sorry my love I really shouldn’t have I was in the shower for hours that day, mind filled with regret I was going to tell you when I land, ask for your forgiveness for my one night of irrational thinking I feel like my life is sinking, you my angel, I don’t have to be wishing I don’t know if this the right time to tell you but I wanna be honest and I’m confessing I love you with all of me…every fiber…Tiffany just told me, I’m the father to the child she is expecting…
Are we able to forgive? What is fogiveness? If you look closely you will see my tears through this letter My pain through my heart My love through this confession I love you… The 011 Bonnie and Clyde The high school sweethearts "Where ever you See Jay, Claire will be somewhere around" Inseparable Much Perfect Match Remember how we met? Wait let me rewind us to the happy days… When you said our forever will consist of Jasmine and alot of happiness You wanted a daughter cause you grew up with brothers, I wanted a child cause I grew up a loner It was the Interior Design Tender I got Hooked me up with Mr Clark, Yes Mr Clark, your boss… You’ve been applying with no luck That night… You remember… That night I came home, smelling of D&G Light Blue And you knew I hated Light Blue, so it didn’t make sense to you; when you tried connecting the dots But I sexed you shift your senses from you The following afternoon, history repeated itself I sexed you Pretended to be happy you were “headhunted” "Mr Clark, my boss babe" You Boasted As I watched you walk away from the bed to the shower By the time you left I was late for my cycle But we used a condom… Jasmine… A special Flower Jasmine… Jason Jasmine… Our unconceived daughter But Mr Clark’s seed is in my abdomen Can we forgive that? A Loner… Lonely, a Lover Jason, My Happiness, You, My Lover
A couple of forevers and a day was the promise, I’m sorry. Claire
Dear Claire I write with a yearning heart and all love and care You know I believe we the ultimate pair, how I wish I was there To touch you and we defy the myth life ain’t fair, tell you I love you while you lovingly stare Dimples in both our smiles, for the mean time riddle me with your style Tell me what you wearing, how you feeling, I know it’s been a while Since we connected, make each other moan It’s a weird feeling reaching on the other side of the bed and I’m all alone Miss your silky smooth skin, miss pillow fighting under the sheet Miss you saying, “Shhhh…you listen to music, let me hear your heartbeat” Then you lay your head on my bare chest and ask me what my day’s to-do I jokingly say you, you laugh and look me in the eye and say, that’s partly true I miss you falling asleep in my arms, wake up and pretend to read our future from my palms, I tell you I’ll protect you from all harm Excuse my laughter, I really miss your bad puns Remember the one about bread and life? Or the one about birds and a wife? My love Claire I miss you I spoke to my boss and the firm gave me leave I booked a flight, landing at 2:30 on Thursday and the stay won’t be brief I know we talked on the phone for the months I been away It was difficult coz of the time zone, my night was your day Now all I wanna focus on is you, make love to you till we can’t anymore Make you lose your voice from the moans and screams, sex you on the bed, sink and floor Caress every inch of you, pinch you you, kiss you, tease you, please you Oh LAWD how I miss you! Bite you, turn you and pull to me from your neck I know you like that, and how you blush when my fingers rake your back
For now my darling keep well, I’m seeing you in a few.
Dear Jay I got mail today, a solid 3 weeks after the incident, then I saw the post man making a stop by my forever lonely post, rushed out, bear feet, tip toeing my way on the forever cold morning drew, grabbed the letter, I swear to God… My heart stopped when I saw your name, Reading each letter put in this letter, releasing every threshold, untapping every memory of how you were once mines holistically, emphatically, Our breaths were intertwined From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, I invade your heart and penetrate your soul how we engaged in physical play, with your hands gripping my hips, pressing your body closer to mines with your both hands sliding down and firmly squeezing my behind, kissing you second after second, minute after minute, heavy breathing followed by loud moans you working my spot letting your hands run freely… The promises you made when you were on top of me… by “top” I don’t mean physical play, I mean… Ok I’m lying I mean physical Play, I miss you Jay but… when I called your cellphone 3 weeks ago and a women replied with “Jay’s own Hello” accompanied by giggles, my mouth was dryer than Sahara on a wet season period, then your words lingered in my head, the last words you said the night before “I Love you Claire” those words were the fuel that keep me sane, I calmly asked if you available I was replied with “His in the shower” from a background I heard you screaming “Who is that honey” she replied with “No-one important babe, now come here” I kneeled on the floor and cried in pain as I felt all my hope beginning to drain, you were the only spark I held on to so tight, because you were my guiding light Now all I have left are memories of that I was once “yours” Memories of how your heart once cared My road lined with tears I’ve left behind I love you Jay but that’s not Enough
A couple of forevers and a day was the promise, I’m sorry Claire
Ties, camera, coffee shop…this is how it all combines for an interesting ending…
I’m running to the bus stop and all I’m hearing in my head is “We closing up. Last round” That was close, boss man would have fired me if he came around I reach into my pocket, a serviette with phone number and address on other side of town. Flashback. Boss shouting. She rolled down skirt. I buttoned jeans. She wrote some down Jessica is her name. I’m thinking erotica is the game Focus Junior, I catch a cab, tell the driver my stop the garage, watch him slow down and change lanes I get off at the address. I’m sweating, I’m excited, I dial her, voice barely audible She answers and then she says, “Gate and door open. Please bring the camera on the coffee table” I walk in the mansion, my phone vibrates. She texted me, “Upstair. Last door” I pick up the handy cam and it got a clip on repeat, she’s dancing in her undies. Jaw connects with floor I am fixated on her curves, her moves, how supple she is as i climb flight of stairs I’m in awe, I’m turned on and when I look up she in thee most whitest lace pair She smiles, looks down and says, “I can see you enjoying all this” The plan is obvious, I can’t wait to tear shit up to be honest She takes my hand and leads me into the dim bedroom, candles lit and placed strategically She leans forward and I saw angels when she kissed me emphatically I tell her she wished for vivid and clear I place handy cam facing the bed & press record I tell her we be at it until the battery shuts down and no breaks, pause or stop My clothes fly off in a second, she sitting on the edge of the bed Heavy breathing, gasps & religious names when I hit the spot, her hands firmly on my head I come up for air after a few minutes then dive in Ear shattering scream, she shakes like we body reviving I stand and she still shaking, breathe erratic I open the drawers and find silk strands and chiffons carry her vibrating body on to the sheets and tie her to each side. I wish these they were clip on Keep her in place so she don’t slip off, I admire her in entirety, damn she’s hot She biting her lip as I kiss her navel then I look up to her and smile devilishly. The End
I’m just tryna get by, go live after 5, make enough to survive Bottles with my crew the Fab Five, drink til we sleep deprived But for now I’m in uniform, white shirt, bow tie and black all stars A lil bookstore cross coffee shop, its my lil jump start Customers friendly, they love coffee and the books we give them for reading Theres one repeat customer when she walks in I feel increase in heart beating Slim figure, curves, hair all did and she got a small waist Orders the same drink, checks travel books, mami got expensive taste And she never late, leaves a tip next to what she ate Today was different though She ordered her usual and went to sit at her favourite spot The almost dark corner surrounded by bookshelves and is always hot Thats where the genre “Erotic” is placed, her favourite little hideout not to be seen I bring her order as per usual, coffee with two sugars and a dash of milk She in a black shirt, top two buttons undone Grey pencil skirt and says to me, “Can I talk to you when you done?” I nod, look at her with her right leg over her left slightly swinging Glasses on her nose, thats where I see what she’s REALLY reading "101 positions of the Karmasutra" I silently hiss a whoosah step away and come back after 15 minutes, with the sunset as the backdrop, she is a lot cuter "Junior right? Do you know why I asked for you here? " " I noticed how you look at me every time I come here" I’m thinking I did some wrong until she said, “You gaze is sincere” "I know we no peers but I wanna ask a favour, some I read so I wish for it to be vivid and clear" She point to page 76, there’s an image of two people in standing position She whispers, “Wanna try it?” I quickly say yes to this illustrious preposition This corner is tucked away from the rest of the shop, no one will see us I step close to her and her erect breasts touch my chest, I’m pressing on these C-cups She steps back, leaning on the window seal and struggles to lift her skirt beyond her hips Doing all this while she biting her lip, such beauty at the end of my fingertips Skirt around her she guides my hand to between her legs while she kisses me, hard then softer She reaches for my belt, unbuckles it and pulls me closer Break. I lean back and admire her. Soak in this glorious moment Glad I wore the button flyer coz she ripped my jeans open As I reach under her shirt, we hear footsteps. Silence. Not even the slightest sound Then we hear my boss saying, “We closing up. Last round”
Every so often there are topics that repeat on twitter, and every so often we’re subjected to reading the ludicrous things that our generation of young people expect for people to have before they are even an option on the list of suitable “date-worthy” candidates.
I got a new toy, oh boy I’m excited I can’t contain my genius idea I’m thinking angles, slow mo, frames, everything vivid and clear You the star, the main attraction, the focus of my camera Get ready for your award winning performance, one that you’ll remember Scene 1 You walk in the door with your black blazer, white shirt, both rolled up Skinny jeans on, Chanel bag in hand, car keys in the other, hair coiled up You so phly, your lip gloss glistens, you check the mirror then flick your hair back. Take off your shoes, switch on the iPod dock and you got Trey Songz on deck Scene 2 You skip to your favourite track, hum along, move slowly and close your eyes Remove the blazer from the shoulders, tun and look into my eyes But I’m technically not there, you doing it for the camera, you in your zone unbutton your shirt all the way down. Unbutton your jeans, you all alone Sway a bit, turn and look back, bite your lower lip Remove the jeans from your waist, bend over slightly when you slide them past your hips All white everything on you; shirt, bra and lace knickers You still dancing slowly to Trey Songz and your twins look like they screaming, “Lick us!” Shirt off, You fall to your knees, I zoom in on your facial expression Crawl seductively towards me, I’m focused on that lip biting action You whisper, “I want you. Take me now” *beep beep* Ah damn, the camera reads, “Battery Low, Shutting down”
Let me put you in my mind frame You don’t see anything & you formal, calling my name That’s blindfold and ties, your attire matching the white sheets where you lie Anticipating. Breathing. Patient Every “almost touch” electric, you feel every moment Ice cubes. Ma’am pardon me tonight I’m going to be rude I’ll call you names, I’ll dominate, I’ll dictate your mood I’ll tease, I’ll speed up, slow down, your pleasure is mine to direct Every move has a different impact, every touch sends chills down your spine Your breathing erratic, I stand back and look at you. All aroused and voluptuous Plot my next move while admiring your curves and you just laying there curious Silence. You call out my name. No answer. You call out again, wriggle your wrist The ties tight enough and then you feel fingers caress your ribs Down your side…waist…grab your bottoms you lift your legs with instinct Slide them off, I place a pillow under your bottom and spread your legs, you don’t resist Gently caress your ankles, calves, back of your knees, inner thighs, you rah your back Your breathing picks up, I retrace my fingers trail with kisses then lift up & bite your neck Go down kissing your cleavage, navel, waist, listen to you breathe Then I stand up and leave…
As the title says, I want you to own me when we’re having sex.
By that I mean, I want you to know that whatever you want to do, you have full permission to.
Once consent is given, my body belongs entirely to you and you can do whatever you wish with it.
I don’t want a man who asks me to turn over or move into a certain position.
I want him to grab me, put me however and wherever he wants.
I want a man to know and believe that I WANT him to take me to the edge.
I want him to challenge me and shock me.
Here’s a canvas and you can paint it however the hell you want.
The messier the better.
I want you to control me, dominate me, play with me, use me.
I want you to throw me on the bed, pin my hands down with one hand and shut me up with your other hand, then fuck me, hard.
I want you to choke me, to grab my hair, hold me real tight that I have bruises in the morning.
When you come home and you find me by the kitchen counter, I want you to bend me over right there and then, kick my legs open, pull down my underwear and fill me…THEN say “hi”.
When I’m on top..because you put me there, I want you to grab my hair and kiss my neck, then spank me and tell me to go faster.
When we’re sitting, cuddling, I want you to just open my legs and stick your hand down there.
Do whatever you want.
Don’t ask me to blow you, make me. Don’t let me dictate when we do it and when we stop.
You show me.
Even when I look like I can’t take anything anymore, tell me that we’ll stop when you say we stop.
Because for that moment,I’m all YOURS.
Love I love you. I need you. You so complete You my one, epitome of soulmate, you dictate my heartbeat I think how to make you happy, how to make you smile How you compliment my style, how you giggle when I say, “Ma’am you so phly” How you wear your hair drives me crazy Every lil detail gets me mushy, you so wholesome my lady You so sweet, you all I think about You Important to me, please don’t give my love for you any doubt I love you
I like you. You funny, you smart, you witty You sleek, lil bump your shoulder, I think of you when with you Random thoughts sometimes, nothing intense I foresee me loving you, I’m still climbing the fence Still to decide if I plunge will this last, issues will we get past Or I should just be happy with this crush You cute, I know your fav colour not your fav movie I don’t know whats your shoe size but you slight touch moves me Go ahead smooch me, we’ll laugh but I avoid when you moody Hug me, play FIFA with you, sit opposite you in a room, see I like you
You I lust, I want, I crave your physical I LL Cool J when I see you, Durexs impact my fiscal I wanna unbutton those jeans, caress your spleen Get you screaming like a scared teen Straight pipe, your body ripe, tonight that figure mine Let me go deeper ma, rip you ma, you a Peekers type Make it disappear, let me hit it from the rear Whisper “How you want it?” in your ear Your beauty prevalent when in birthday suit Your brain when you swear, moaning and saying some rude With you, Im rough, relentless, bite you, grab you Slam you, slight choke, spank you, delve in your great booty I lust after you
Happy birthday • I want cake in the worse way Get my wishes in early • Prefer my weekends on Thursday Over 30 and thirsty • No MAN can claim to birth me Daddy lay under earth • So I am praying ‘lord have mercy’