I know I'm their secret, most of them can keep it.
It's the way that I touch them, the way that I freak em.
I keep that dodi lit as as they suck on my dick. With that wonder on my, "This life is a trip."
The wives, the girlfriends even a cheer leader for the spurs.
True stories but few would ever believe these words.
But I don't care, I was there so these stories I'll share. A lot of dudes dreams are my reality, but life's not fair.
I'm mean what would you do if you were born to be 5'2, able to speak truth with nothing to prove?
The cheerleaders in college and a few of the dancers, the female teachers aids that had all the answers.
The tall basketball women, a few Deltas and AKAs.
Some AO-Pies and Phi Mu's, it just depended on the day.
The employees of the peek-a-boo, the "normal" ones I couldn't hide.
The two that loved on me when my brother died.
Basically I had their chicks digits what before they hit it.
They say I'm not shit yet I'm in their main chicks history...
I bet they miss me.
- Author: Willy Beeman ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2017 13:19
- Category: Unclassified
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