Category : Poems

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Is it love that she feel?
Is it real?
Is it the sex, are is she living love through her dreams?
I'm waking up to strawberries and whip cream.
She sucking on my finger tips swinging her hips,
As my mind rotate, U got to keep my grip...
How can I slip, I never slip, for I am slicker then a can of oil...
Once my rod touch her walls, she begin releasing like a cannon ball...
Is this love, or is this lust?
Is it real, or am I just sealing the deal?
How can love be so wrong, but feel so right?
Why should I hold back the pain that I feel all night?
While kissing her thighs, as tears roll from her eyes...
How can I tell her this will be her last ride?

       "Last Ride" was written to open the mind of these beautiful young and old women out there who may be thinking that these men are pushing up on them because they like are love them. These men are after one thing. The last ride, but if the ride is good he may stay around are find ways to keep coming back. So be mindful when you let a man you met into your bed cause it might just be a one ride trip.