My slang

Our phrases have between entwined
Like our arms at night
It's a blissful sound to the ears
To hear her utter my phrases
Son this son that
I'll wash you up
If you don't act right
Such a delight is this sight
As I go through my great plight

I got on the Amtrak in Birmingham
She said son you better be back
And I mean that
You pinky promised
You better remember that
I'll wash you up matter fact

Her southern slang
Mixed with my eastern flow
We baking with good dough
Putting on a show
For the haters and more

Got her laughing like

I'm Larry curly and Moe

she is like seeing the sun

waking up just for fun

fellatio for breakfast

after i still need some

bending her like a dog

giving her a hard log

talking to her like Smaug

I've never smell pussy like this before

tell me where your from

Come now... Don't be shy... Step into the light