The Woman I Like

My woman has a squishy round butt,
Drinks her coffee out of an "Imma Slutty" mug.
When she lies down her boobs stay freakishly strong;
Those rich hills are always pointy, firm and young.

I like her yummy pussy wet and fat,
Even when she asks me "Can you be my dad?"
"Baby sorry, I aint no charity,
This saint shows not an ounce of mercy."

Fresh skin, pink tits, now shake and await;
"Stop the naughty twist", I lock her thin waist.
Trespass a bare land to find a hidden canyon welcoming,
Water bursts out when I am fiercely penetrating.

She laughs while our hips bounce;
We sure need no nightgowns.
What a dirty-singing lovely birdie,
some good moans nearly disarm me.

I am a farmer who nourishes only one grape,
a bitch spreads her legs for me to rape.
Sweat and tears on my rough sheet,
A creamy feast, only one guest can eat.

Here comes the moment I enjoy the most,
She gets up and makes me a vanilla toast,
Come up here if you love me so,
Put those fingers in that sweet filthy cookie dough.