He wants her
her long black hair and brown eyes
Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers
He wants all of her
Not one ounce of her soul though
She can keep that locked up with the bats
Far away from his la dee dah soul
La dee dah cuz he lost it years ago I mean sometimes we get a glimpse but most times it’s not near
He just wants her body and her good deeds
And her good days
And her beliefs but only if they’re proper
He wants her sex
And he’d do a lot for it
Just like the rest
He jimmies his Jimmie to so many images
And if yall knew the things he did to those woman in his mind
You’d feel less alone cuz you probably do it too
And with his deflated balls emptied he’ll emerge from the bathroom
with his rules and suggestions
Of how she should wear her hair
And how she should make her choices
He places women below him while he shits
Then returns to tell her how to live a righteous life
He is as false as the words that plunk to the ground when he talks
-Sasch
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