Fuckin' With Poetry

Taking Lauren's lead,
I wrote this down and stripped.
Picked a name from the book
Then dialed 'em up and tripped -

"Say honey, won't you come?
Won't you come on down?
I'm needin' it now and badly.
I need to dip your crown!"

In five, he was there
Sportin' a thick one quite contained.
Up with shirt and down with pants,
This must of been ordained.

I laid upon my back
With my legs up and out.
I taped the poem right to my chest
And watched him start to doubt.

"It's okay, baby.
Come on and stick it in.
I want you hard and hammerin'
Til my knees can touch my chin."

With a shrug he started jammin'.
I shook from head to toe.
Moanin' loud and talkin' dirt,
I couldn't make him whoa.

I pushed him off still spurtin'.
He shot a sticky goo.
Now read before it runs too bad-
A fuck for you.