Mugabe Victor
Is it your smile?
The passion in your eyes?
Your glowing plum essence?
Or the rolling of ur eyes?
Is it the feeling of danger?
The soft shiver down my spine
God save my soul
I know not what seems to be sublime
Her blood thirsty eyes seem to pierce through my lies
I can’t seem to find justification for the way she makes me feel
Come darling she cries
Your home shall now be mine
Now now, don’t be shy
Your heart has tossed the die, your breathe shall now be mine
Alas and behold
I beg, don’t hesitate
She’s got that gorgeous booty
Firm lips that make you wuzzy
Just go ahead brother, you need some juicy Lucy
Wait, wait, who are you again?
Don’t you remember me?
Shut up boy, You know we need that pussy
The click is ticking
My brain is going wuzzy…
My pants are bleeding
No I don’t want juicy Lucy
It lasted seconds, no barely a millisecond
My life is broken
No heart, no brain, am broken
Guess I’ll have to check on Lucy
I hear we now have 2 kids
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