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Please Sit Down Sir Mix A Lot!

My big booty girl has my number
knows me like broken in shoes
turns on the heat so effortlessly

Coos in the ear as she does her thang
opens my thighs
I smell the scent of perfume sweet
body on body
rhythmically stimulates the nerves
hypothalamus in the fast lane

Oh she knows the friction
triggers a reaction that can't hide
no where to escape
my outlet targeted directly to her

But just as I want to touch
she turns her back
the royal asset is in command

Alive baby
Drive baby
Strive baby

A bronc emerges corralled for too long
she still has game
and asks me do I know her name

Reduces me to essentials
she is selfish in not letting me touch
while my appendage is hers to munch

Again she toys this time with the conclusion
for as it comes to release
she stops and backs off shrewdly

I am pleading in my most urgent tone
"baby I need it now"
she smiles as if all knowing....

My big booty girl




Thanks is due to rain1courtel for pre-publishing encourgement
Written by JAZZMANOR
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