Touch the middle of my maniac, dull
You want the whole Earth form, full
Stretching and sultry sweet by spins:
Those spins of sinful clock within
Freak flesh look at me undress eyes
The foolish turned idiot idiom wise
Grab my hand descending into you
Plugging your internal skylight anew
Let me explain your pain is a fool game
Worry about how you feel that tames
The biggest genius of generous ledgers
With tiniest plans that God exacts
Where do we fit with angel’s pleasure
Take my tongue with ecstasy pacts
Just want to be your center of world
Your eyes lock mine in rodeo twirl
Skincare get in those pocket squares
No trace in your lipstick revolvers
The world only spins cuning computer
You may be on to something if you
Catch me by my lies catfish fries
She only gave my ego a jolt
But when it’s sweet kisses on Holt
I run a rum with rummy game
Plate on the steering wheel aim
Stroke me a million dollars that
Calms the collar no bat
To our littlest nest necking
Hustler moving quiet nights
It doesn’t matter the mood move
Money you make now magic
Turned no money to real money
Rise and shake the coins in my loins
Always having gold weights with
Sleepy sap on crust lined lies
And tell me pillow talk screams
How could my lover scheme
Into my future worries you look
So good wrapping the hustler around
His whispers, nails on money is
Hardest exercise but teach me
Your little star amongst stars breaking
Giant galaxies touching your hips
When starlit time comes full on lips
Telling counter lady my times
Puzzled rhymes listening to all of you
Escape with me tonight with money
On my jobby dreams and caressing
A high school prom queen that
Another man lost treasure
Now she is loving me with hustler feet
Dream with me with Sizzler steak
Honey hams and your hand held
By the clown’s hateful king: love.
