NO title...I just wanted to write..

i gotta confession
im tired of wasting these erections
on the chick normally not in my league that cant pass my inspection
i think me and my dick need to have a conversation about discretion
but its a muhfuka when your dick lives like your brain and loves self expression
maybe if i lived life like i didnt love pussy id be in a depression
or worst
id be living a lie
and lies are just not me
like standing behind a mirror and still claiming a reflection is what you see
wait i get it you need time to think about that last line
truth is in boots and you can feel it when you walk my miles
she put her meat on my grill and we both can smile
i mean we both learn the defition of satisfaction of the loins
she speak in one mic
and in her pussy I write my poems
graphic in sense maybe
wrap it up no babies
is she satisfied?
I hope so cuz she act like she's elated
and maybe later we'll go for seconds
its expensive like saffron
for just a little taste
classics like shell toes
jurassic like t rex
my dick game please respect
her mouth game keeps me in check
your mindframe is what i came to wreck
this shit is free expression
but i accept checks

did I mind fuck you yet!