Cooking Something

So MADD The matter is complex the scatter of sex through porn flicks
Born sick got my panties torn quick by stone fakes slick
While on dates I’m innocent chick, at home in heat listen to
Strong beats walk along street want a unique man kissing true
Wet no doubt set out to travel the gravel try unravel the mystery
Of my hot body men sop Bacardi looking hard and babble blistery
Being in a mini-skirt is fun but plenty work is done in bed
Hun with red lips, feel like an actress on a mattress misled
Love burst above the earth like falling stars, balling at bars
With men, scars within from failed love affairs calling all cars
Like cops do, when at dinner sometime thoughts enter my mind
About stuff, route buff with enough kisses MADD its time
To do the dishes got new wishes hand in suds plans to scrub
Plates, standing in the kitchen shook itching ready to cook chicken love
Of a thug cross my mind about a long ding dong started to sing song
My body built brown in a silk gown bed quilt bound, doorbell ring “ding dong” Answered it a cocky boy with a rocky toy stood from the hood
It’s all good he jest looked at my breasts and stuff oh he would
Love to do me in my juicy coo-chee cream galore open the screen door
The game begin as he came in oh he jest kissed my hot lips steam galore
To extreme to ignore kind and tender I shows sign of surrender
Couldn’t pushy him away looked in my bold face hold my waist couldn’t hinder
Him, my breast rest upon his chests oh he wanna put his cock right
In my hot pot can’t stop him on my gown should’ve used lock tight
My gown flew open hip round true smoking not even a stoplight
Could halt his action kisses like drugs going be a hot night