Cleanse

No woman could replace,

The orgasmic look upon his face,

From the way that I tend to place,

My forbidden fruit upon his face.

It’s like our bodies passionately race,

To the finish line so we can taste,

All of the juice our session created,

He loves the way that I taste.

For my ego,

I don’t have to stroke,

My sex game is beyond dope.

& He loves the way I ride,

I can give a fck about his pride,

No other woman can deliver the experience,

That my waterfall provides.

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