Booty Butt

Nothing of substance comes from you, your mouth is a cess pool
Your thoughts are a clusterfuck of confusion and frustrations
Taking you seriously is a feat beyond my mortal human ability
Intelligence shunned off as nerdy, sophistication is a no-no
The self-proclaimed "ignorant bitch" that you are is obvious
On the edge, wanting someone to hit the chip on your shoulder
Feeling that pleasing the sexual urges of another woman's man
Is the crux and the spice of life what else is there out here?
And as much as I can't stand the calber of person that you are
It's all made better when you turn around and you begin to shake
When the raunchiest of lyrics blast from th spaker, you switch
You become an artist of gluticular gyration, skilled indeed
My penis awakens at the contact to your soft and fleshy cheeks
Your rotund posterior going deeper into my hardening midsection
Dry humping me with every degree of vulgarity you can muster
At that moment, I don't think about how aggavating you can be
I don't see your hood mentality or the hood rat that you are
All I see at this point is you, and you are beautiful.

-B