Secret Window: The Chronicles Of The Hole Beneath

How much is some doggie in your window?....

Swimming in your water like I'm Michael Phelps; for what?
To stroke your window open and I'm sure it'll help the nut,
that leaves from my vas-defrens mixed with semen in a tube,
eureka the urethra's where it courses into you.

But let's not get too far ahead of why we're on this bed,
I call your two thighs Jiffy; guaranteed they're gonna spread,
with jelly on some bread and I'm a man who wants some head,
I'll fill your windowpane with smudges; cusses on your breath,

describe me as a brotha f****n mothers 'til that swell,
but chronicle that I f**k aunties, cousins, Sis as well,
just call me Uncle L; I do it well and rock the bells,
no lube or drops of gel; deliver like my c**k is mail.

For you I'm comin thrice that's two or three times; sumthin nice,
endeavors are whenever in the cover of the night,
my clouds across your window color night by gushing white,
to fill your little house up; do I love to lust you? Riiiiiight.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

Give me a concept and it shall be written....thank Brotha Rich.