he fucked me crazy
like he was making
a baby.
i felt it grow
seed planted so
deep
so0
pass.ion.ate.ly
he was
commited to the grind
his sweet loves
behind
every combined harmony
that splendid mixture
blended beautifully
me+he
sexual spellbinding sinister
really
i felt like...
his submissive prisoner
shackled gagged & blind
record breaking heat temperature
in every opening
he had a filler....
he fucked me crazy
like he was making
a baby.
feelings growing
wildrainliketears
sowing//reaping//taking//owning
lovelustedthroughfear
i already had kids
& to be pregnant
was not on my wishlist
but shiiiiitt
i began thinking of names
Beauty or Joy if it was a girl
despite the pleasurable pain
& ugly faces
associated with having ya brains
fucked. outta. this. world.
i mean really...
if it was a boy i was thinking
Rashah
or
Ali
Kamahl
Malachai
summin Godly
representing his paternity
O.M.G.
he fucked me crazy
like he was making
a baby.
(((twins or triplets maybe)))
by the time i shoulda been
showin
rosy cheeks
lookin like peaches
tender breast
moodiness
belly all swollen
i was reminded of his vasectomy
that he had specifically
to cum in me
& how what i was feeling
couldnt be
b
u
u
u
h
t.
he
fucked.me cra.zy
the dome is a powerful thing im told
make ya body produce symptoms
impossible for a diagnosis to hold
like he was making
multiplying his divine brilliance
reproducing infinte wisdom
within the cavity of my existence
molding//forming//evoking//creating
a baby.
