Hokus Strokus
Call me the
magician, pulling
rabbits out my hat,
the 13th Friday
Jason Voorhees
stabbin at your cat,
with hocus strokus
powers when I use
my magic wand,
soft upbeat
melodies are
sprinkled to a
sadder song.
True oral
capabilities that
tangle with the
gods, just wrap
your legs around
my love of flesh and
made as hard,
as concrete in the
city jungle, let me
splash and rain,
with multiplistic
pleasures only you
will ascertain.
The body of a
goddess hottest
motions we'll divide,
the feelings warmer
than the hottest
ocean when inside,
your core of molten
lava java with a drop
of milk, your
nectar's sweet as
sugar woman, not a
drop I'd spill.
We're swimming in
the heavens you
and I collide as one,
the brownest colors
sparkle when your
eyes align the sun,
for I'm your Mr.
Wizard but our
show aint for TV,
it's not for K-I-Ds
the grown and
onlyest is we.
I know that you are
captivated by my
strokus spell, your
chances of escape
are like a snowball's
chance in hell,
your cool demeanor
melts so fast into a
running stream, my
tongue will lap your
essence up, a vivid
stunning dream.
The ghetto Harry
Potter but I will not
make a flick, unless
we're filming
cunnilingus, lemme
take a lick,
then afterwhich I'll
stamp you like an
envelope in jail, the
magic spells I cast
will do much more
than open mail.
In fact extinguish all
the lights, upon
your walls I'll write,
graffiti in Tahiti, we
will bounce and ball
all night,
because I'm a
magician known for
tricks and slight of
hand, I don't invest
illusion, yes I am
the rightest man.
Before I end this
baby I will get down
on my knee, and
pledge undying love
to you for all the
years I breathe,
it's more than just
the magic of the
stroke that drives
you wild, don't ask
me how I do it, it's
the hokus strokus
style.
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