GuttaA Poem by The Cunning LinguistNo lovemaking tonight....
You want it in your mouth and plus to rain down on your lips,
I'm mixed with sane and sick to pull the stains from out you quick, I love to eat and you're a woman who just loves to suck, so baby knuckle up we're gettin gutta as we f**k. I'll pull your hair out by the roots like turnips in a field, I'm burnin up to feel my body spermin up your fields, and valleys peaks and mountains, pull it out I let it fly, I'm aimin for your thigh but that's not gutta, open wide. I'm assed out with my Timbos on; couch cushions on the floor, I hit it hard like sasquatch hands were pushin on the door, but no one's cummin in to watch the carnage that ensues, the bali's got us twisted like our arms were in our shoes. It's gutta f****n lovin; sometimes that's just what we need, tonight there'll be no makin love I'll f**k you til you bleed, and saturate the sheets because I know you like it rough, an hour equals 16 bars so no, it's not enough. Let's put a DVD inside the camera; let it roll, I told you I'm a freak and plus my fetish is your hole, you keep my dick on swole that's why this piece is near and dear, you swear into the air with words the neighbors clearly hear. Expect at any moment there'll be cops outside our door, you keep up how you're going they'll be squattin out fa sho, that look would not be good with all the cannabis and flicks, I'm hard just like a brick while all up in your hand and s**t, but f**k it, spark the herbals up, continuance is fine, it's dinner for the mental cause I'm in you and it's mine, I don't play well with others; that's some s**t I just can't take, your nickname's Baskin Rob the way you're whippin up this shake. The flavor aint important it's vanilla by default, the sour's got me open as I kill it by the wall, tomorrow I'll be tender like how tender lovers do, but for tonight at least I will be gutta f****n you. ©2010 The Cunning Linguist © 2014 The Cunning LinguistAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Cunning LinguistWanaque, NJAboutBorn & raised in Newark, NJ, T.C.L. started writing poetry at age 14 and continues to let a wide variety of topics influence his writing and is not afraid to tell it how he feels it, no matter who get.. more..Writing
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