Some hotsh$t right now:
To kiss to hold,
to know to show
Thy passion for romance lovers no,
So,
Direct...
I project,
one's eyes with regrets,
That sooner thy captive for beds need wet
As waters reflect...
more passion for sex,
Without ties and lies and moral objects
So who, would do an honor so soon,
Nights have started,
Red lights in rooms
from moons
and rays,
of love and ways
to climax...like
stax,from
bundles of hayes
Real talk, cum slow
before I relax,
thine
shower has rained inside wonderful tracks
outlined by lips
from hips,
that show pnik
Stroke
marathon genius...
I'll leave with a wink
So grab thy heart and keep it close
Once broadway chooses bread
thine arms are toast....
Can't breathe
for knees
of passion are weak
real talk,
thy love exist at every utopian peak
hopefully
with words of eternity
I'll be
undressing my queen
with tounges going deep
How many days?....
Why ask,
eternity goes slower when thoughts aren't fast
So yes It's wess aka broadway
moreless I pop off and the lights on all day...make way
Good niight laidies and to the fellas you know the kid on that hotsh$t...eazee homies-1
BROADWAYWESS...ON
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