let the muse fuck me

My bottom secrets leak
Top words out
Trying lips
Tieing this
Trying shit
I’m trying, shit.
Please strike a blinding hit
Make it all tightly fit
Fit fit into me
I wanna see
What it be
What it do baby
I hope you’re here to save me
From that crazy
Torture type like
Not love
Call it lust
I wanna fuck
Her mind
Her eyes
And yes… her smile
This life
Holds on
The folds on my palm
Grow deep
As she presses into me
What it be
Can you keep
Bottom secrets
Determine(s) who I sleep with
The sequence
Is not as important
As the order
Its sort of
Resourceful
Makes me somewhat
Remorseful
I’ll toss you a morsel
Here nibble on this
While I scribble on skin
So as not to forget
The muse’s present
Each second
I wonder
If top words throw asunder
My plans to get laid
Yes… I’m a strong woman
A non-butch when
I want to be
My masculinity
Yields to your hell yeah beauty
Can you see
What you do
Do do to me
Baby you
You you and me…
But I have to leave
It’s the morning after
Summer time
I stomach wine
It’s subtle, fine
But I’m bored
And I just got here
What you got there?
You better share
Or find me walkin’
Out the door as quickly as I came
Came in
To this place
I only take
A moment
To know when
I’m being fucked
But I could waste a lifetime making up
For getting stuck
So I pray she brings something new to me
Cause I’m not that chick I used to be
I still wander alone down city streets
Waiting for that girl to get to me
The one who whispers in my ear
Speaks all my words
And fucks me first second third
She knows I’ve heard
Though I don’t put out the way she does
she appreciates my touch
its just about as much
as I can do
when I’m lost in the muse
not to confuse
my left from my right
I pray I see her tonight
I wanna get thrown around
Shown the sound
Of luck
Its not enough
For me to give it up
I gotta get it down
Cause once she has her way with me
There’s no time to wait and see
If she’s gonna call in a day or three
She hit the licks
flipped the script
Tricked my lips
And now I’m worried this
Muse of mine
Has screwed my mind
I knew the time
Would come
When our race would be run
It’s been fun
Now she’s off to someone else
Until the stories she tells
Inspire me again
Then I’ll let her fill me
Like the wind
Cause that shit is poetry my friend