Fuck
Another mistake dressed in advancement
Six years my senior in a Bentley truck
Spitting game like I'm naive
But who's really the cat in the mouse?
You sound good when you moan my name
Sliding me cash and promises to come back for more
I buy a swisher sweet and some lemonheads
Scurry home before she suspects anything
My back sore but i smile as i tuck the folded bills under my mattress
Laying back looking at the country landscape
Turning out the light
The taste of you and sour candy mingle well on my tongue
Settling the herb in the blunt i smoke away the ill thoughts
When we
Looking down at the four stick
Fuck
I though up my mattress, morning sickness making it that much more difficult
$3,789 and a baby
YOU ARE READING
BRoken WOrd
Random✒️I'm a Poet✒️ I've learned that the best poems are based on life events No matter how magnanimous Or Microscopic
