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Mr.November+
10-05-06, 03:37 PM
The love of my life my future wife who makes everything right
Treats me like a king and she is defintley my Isis my beautiful queen
Im so happy when Im with her so it seems but even Eric Benet isnt as much as a fiend.
She loves me unconditonally and I sh!t on her repeatedly
But she mean so much to me its a mystery why I cheat so easily
Everytime I say Im going to stop damn another fine dime gives me the eye
And I got know what it feels like from behind I will just try it one time
But one time turns into mutiple late night creep sessions
Talk to my girl allnight and have them come over for the orgamsic blessing
Im available from 12am to 2am thats the first thing Im telling
Because in reality they have nothing on her not that Im condoning
But Im not out to hurt anyone I just out to leave thier body zoning
Leave them in the fetus position and make em drive home with a new deposition
Mr. November makes a life time impression with just one official presentation
But my woman is everything i want in a woman pretty smile
5'9 with slanted eyes smooth dark skin and an a55 that is simply amazing
She is the sweetest person I know and really has been my inspiration
when im out I see other women its like Dr. Jeykell and Mr. Hide
I lose concentration and before you know Im sparking a conversation
That conversation turns into a little relaxation which turns into sexual relations
Then I feel bad and want to confess but if I do she will leave no rap
I cant have that I will make her my wife one day and all this will be over
I wont get married until its all my system or until I learn how to resist
But for now I do know this my girl deserve better than this...I aint sh!t

Abs_inth da prophet
10-06-06, 12:29 AM
*snaps*

ha ha...

I feel u.
keep it comin..

sexydeltagirl
10-18-06, 05:25 AM
Aye! Mr. November lol I liked this joint - It inspired this....rather fact or fiction...lol

My King chases away the pain...
He's the apple to my orange my Trogan of Troy with no sword...
He treats me like the Queen from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet...
He adores me with sweet words that could drip out of a honey comb...
I'm so delighted when I'm with him...
I massage my cheeks sore from all the blushing...
His love is strong enough to get me through...
Turn my grey skies blew and all that mushy sh!t including the I love you's...
But I'm turning into a run away bride constantly...
J-lo got nothing on me...
I got a soft spot for thugs and professional cats...
I can sense their eyes on me...
I try to turn quickly but it's something in me...
That reacts before my mind can stop me...
I give him that look, I except his number...
I push those right buttons to get the wheels in motion..
I conversate for a little bit...
Enough to get them interested...
Had one confessing his love for this...
Personality I have in my possession...
I sit real close get them to smell my scent...
I control then with my accent that's laced with classy-ness a bit of arrogance and add a dash of that erotic rambling if they are into it...
And just when I think it's getting to the point of penetration...
I snatch back and end all conversation...
They pissed and blowing up my sh!t, text messages and voice messages...
AIM screaming you got new messages...
It's a power thing with me...
I don't need another d!ck in me...
Just give me that attention...
That I crave when my King starts b!tchin...
Maybe one day I'll stop...
I'll get caught and he'll say fukk off...
But I'm 2 slick with my sh!t - He's stuck in 88...
He ain't even hip to this aim sh!t...
I have em stuck trying to bust nuts on words like yeah I'm a slut...
I'll give it to you how you want it....
Mmmmmm yeah baby that's it!...
But it's all about that attention...
I crave it like that nicotine...
The Patch or pills can't cure me...
If they say he's not the type to give in that adds to the challenge...
And when he does he's replaced before he can get a third conversation....
I laugh to myself when they ask where my man is...
He's here minding his own business...
You have no chance of rubbing the inside of my thighs...
My man has claimed that with his smile, his laugh, his overall style...
I was thinking about telling him about this little issue I'm having...
Trying to tame that lioness that I keep private...
But he'll get pissed and leave and I'm not having it...
So until then I'll get my smile bright and my right eye winking..
I ain't sh!t but aye! I have my reasons....