look this was nice love poetry but try add some attitude like this kid

You’re a wet girl let me hurl kisses at you boo my type love
Is like mud adheres to shoes I fear the blues as a hyped thug
It’s a freaky job to be deeply involved with complex sex
Girl your body is flavor sincerely and favors a theory vexed
Clearly next to your body I’m warm as honey swarm like kotex
The results soars free its difficult to see us in bed I trust
Your red lips and tongue I plan to cum on sheet as the dust
Fly like birds