That Bitch

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I'm that bitch that makes a mufucka's head spin.
I fuck him until his toes curl, his knees bend, his back arches,
and his head swings from left to right.
Yes, I have the capacity to possess the intimate aspect of his soul, but only temporarily.
How do I do it?
I offer him a high that surpasses any that alcohol, tobacco, or weed produces.
I kiss every single crevice of his body with such sweet, sensual seduction,
That his mind and body pleads for what his mouth refuses to divulge.
Yes, I am that bitch.

And when I salute that Jimmy,
Hell, it's all she wrote.
'Cause my tongue and lips work together to form a safe haven for the dick
Comparative to a triple goose down feathered winter coat.

I'm that bitch that makes a man feel like a man.
I'm that bitch that makes a man feel happy to be a man.
I'm that bitch that makes a man decide he wants to be my man.
Yes, I am that bitch.

And when the new day emerges,
I'm that bitch that feeds her man breakfast in bed:
Ham steaks with the bone in the core, eggs, pancakes, grits, and orange juice.

And I send my King off into the mean cruel world with a few less worries.
Yes, I am that bitch.

Written by U-Nique

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