Category : Poems

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hat the fuck, there's somethin missin, feelins I'm catchin, got me wishin, I'd listened, and I wouldnt be in this condition, instead I'd be in the kitchen, engaged in some romantic kissin and lickin, fingure fuckin, suckin and blowin, toes curlin, moanin till ur minds gone, it's the erotic intoxication I'm speakin, its why this was written, let me get ur body twitchin, slow down and focus on what I'm drillin and killin, the everyday stress that your feelin, this is poem dealin, at its finest, I stand behind it, its pure madness, to cure your sadness
Bahaha owe weee i don't need a cigarette cause my tongue is still smokin lol

Justin "Venom" Waddle ® ©