I love him like
Early Sunday
mornings
Scrambled eggs
Pancakes
Grits and cheese
Liver mush
Bacon on the side
Right next to it
Oatmeal and fat back
Oh Ish
Let me not forget
The homemade
pancakes
Syrup
Dripping from every
side
With strawberries
and whip cream
Oh the bananas
Makes it oh so right
Who asked for
Sausages
Those links
Looking burnt and
fried
Damn
I believe my
appetite is serving me right
I love him like
Early Sunday
mornings
Per the season
It's bright
The sun is shining
at rise
He awake with a
smile
That sets my soul on
fire
Before breakfast
I’m blessed with
exercise
As he provides my
ultimate desires
I’m pleased until
the next feed
I love him like
Early Sunday
mornings
Laundry due
While I separate our
clothing
He plays music to
set the mode
While he dance to
the melodies
I’m walking to the
washer machine
As I put the clothes
in the washer machine
His dick slides into
my pussy
Now I’m throwing
that pussy back
His 🍆 is glued to
the pu$$y
I love him like
Mid Sunday Mornings
It’s time to go to
church
Get that word
Repent for our sins
Just to do it all
over again
Yes its fornication
No sin is bigger
than the other
However
That's why we repent
Never pretend
We're not perfect
Just a work in
progress
In the process
After the service
We talked about a
thing or two
How we can grow
better together
In our spirits and
not do what we do
But if we're going
to do what we do
We know the result
equals
In marriage one plus
one equals two
Then I wake up from
my dream
The results are the
same
My truth remains
I rather save myself
for marriage
Then fuck you
Therefore early
Sunday morning
Middays
Afternoons
Nights
I can fuck
The hell out of you
Without my
spirituality being on the line
Paying for my sins
However
Blessing you
Because you're my
Dear Crush #2
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