The pussy whistles!
Just like a harmonica,
And if you please it right (blow on it a little)
The outcome: waterfalls like missiles
Do you have that qualiqueef sex?
The kind where her walls stay throbbing
You done somehow became her
Master, Papi, and Daddy
So much that she insists on slobbing
An action of one meeting the standards to make her queef
She's bratty in the sheets, so she creates drama so they'd treat her concerns
Toxicity at its finest
7-9 inches making a complete circle (that good healthy girth)
The Laura to their Urkel
Veins bulging ready to tear seams
Her lips and hips succumbed to him,
With its reams
Is this an entanglement,
Do they have what it takes to make her scream?
Is she a species in Endangerment-
Or is this a COUP
to overtake the sounds the pussy makes
when the pussy whistles
as she queefs!