Cleanse

No woman could replace

The orgasmic look upon his face

From the way that I place

My forbidden fruit upon his face

It’s like our bodies passionately race

To the finish line so we can taste

All of the juice our session created

He loves the way that I taste

For my ego

I don’t have to stroke

My sex game is beyond dope

& he loves the way I ride

I can give a fck about his pride

No other woman can deliver the experience

That my waterfall provides

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