Body Bling

Trepidation was her middle name and caution was her first,
always hoped for the best but expected the worst.
When he told her "Get the fuck up!" she stood and grabbed her purse,
pulled the door behind her and she turned the lock.

Now eventually she realized the game was getting old.
The hurt was getting bigger and her sheets were staying cold.
She threw away the cautious and she finger-fucked the bold,
and it hit him when she tattooed his cock.

First she got him real drunk which was really kind of sweet.
Cooked him a nice meal and gave him pussy to eat.
She drizzled it with chocolate so it was a tasty treat
He sucked shots of vodka from a tight hole.

Many shots of vodka. Many, many shots of vodka. Over and over again.
He sipped the syrup, the pussy flavored syrup till the shit fucking dribbled down his chin.
Now it rhymed with Niagra, but she didn't give a damn; she smiled and popped it in
It gave him a stiffy, she waxed it in a jiffy but it popped right back up again. Oh!

A canvas for her art. Music for her heart. She loved the sight of it.
She loved the feeling, she loved the plan, she loved his tongue on her clit.
When she knew he was out, and done for the night, boy the flame sure lit.
She couldn't quit, no stopping now, time to mark the wood.

She tattooed her name; she did it very pretty
She opened his mouth and in popped her titty
Told him: "Bitch, suck it now, and you better get gritty,
or I'm'a fucking get you where it's good"

His cock sprang up - new tat and all
He was a good boy; he waited for her call
And when she called him home
He sure did come.
That pussy whipped son of a gun.

She won.