Her behind rotate like a fan
I heard she don’t like any man
But a real man; not a minute man
A man slow while digging her holes
A man good with arrow and bows
A farmer with good seeds to sow.
What she brags is not quick but fast
A man that makes her speaker blast
A man that makes feelings to last.
Not any man; the keys to her door
Take her down till she wants no more
So smooch her curves and make her gnaw
She adores hard core, raw and fast
Suck her balloons, milky and sweet
Special; like time, she is of essence
Double up, be humble when you thrust
Stroke her so good and leave a big foot
On her lush curves and sands of time.