Thick thighs are like butter
You need to spread them to harness the pleasure
Work tis day
Or hawk to eat hay
Verily,Night comes
Wear no makeup
Because you might not wake up
Be no Zebra
They’ll point to your duplicity of stripes
Aim High
But no competition with the most high
Time chisels away bits of our memories
Rob it and go scot free
When you reach orgasm
Never forget,
Cramps made you stronger.
About the Creator
Useni Jemimah Kimamra
Hi diamonds, I’m Jemimah but you can call me Gem
I’m a writer and of course I love reading
I need money to help cover my drugs expenses because I’m a sickle cell
Please read my stories and comment on them 🥺🙏🤍
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