The Little Black Book For Guys: Guys Talk About Sex

Sex

Patrick Kabongo

Let’s talk about sex, baby

If I don’t get it, I’ll go crazy

But while we in the position, hun

Since I’m naked, you might as well give me some

That’s what’s popping when we in the sheets,

probably not love, but we as horny as can be

So when I sting like a bee

Let’s hope the honey don’t cum quickly

Oops, I forgot to put it on

I left it on my jeans right next to your thong

She said that ain’t wrong

She said she wanted to feel me like emotions

So I put in the potion while we stroking

Her letting me do this to her made me very

Pleased in desire but Mary

Was too good at it to be a Virgin Mary

The way you freaking me well you making this virgin scary

But let’s cut the bush down there, you hairy

After the sexing’ I would like to marry you, but you don’t

feel the same, you just want to fuck and want me to

forget your name

It’s not insane

It’s just not the same.

Me virgin you not, holl up, miss thang

I stroke a few times just to let go of my juices

No fruit punch, no the container is useless

So you tell me you loved it and you gotta

I respect you after the sex and didn’t call you a ho

So you’re gone and now we can go

Now flowing through the air like burning Hades

Some burning me, but no AIDS

Couldn’t see it, hadn’t seen her for ages

My finger on the Yellow Pages

Gave her calls like a referee, but she didn’t answer

She gone like a dancer

Maybe this sex was a joke and my D.C. was the pranksta

Ring ring, someone belling up my phone

How did she get my cellie? She must have called my home

Saying how she wanna gimme head without the phones

And I said, “You can get this dog, hope you like the bone.”

She said “Oh, so you remember me?”

Hell ya, girl, you that sexy g Mary

The girl that I gave it sexually

You were on top like stars on Christmas trees

And you were at the bottom like Jesus enemy

So she told me I want you to meet my friend and me

That’s all good where do you want us to meet?

69-sheezer street

Got there, but what was I seeing?

a baby in her hands with its eyes gleaming.

What’s the meaning

for all of this?

Come, gimme a kiss

and your baby

Huh? I know that’s not my baby boo

we had sex once so the baby’s whose?

What’s the baby news?

If you don’t take responsibility, my big daddy’s scarred

And with his fist’ll make me die hard

No, just come and settle this

Fists to fists, baby, I’ll get the ring and we’ll settle this

As it is when shit gets heated

I was Dallas and I was defeated so with baby I was greeted

This could be an impossible mission

This ain’t no game, I took this position

So now I am in competition with myself and for sure

I’m winning

My life long I could end it now even though the distance

Red pill, blue pill, I’ll make my decision.