A POO CALLED WINNIE DOES... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

SHE SHOULD HAVE
HONEY IN HER BLOOD
BECAUSE SHES THE
LAUREN HILL TO ME
THE SWEETEST THING
PLUS IT'S ALL NATURAL
NOTHING BUT
THE TRUTH TOLD
FROM HER LIPS
AND THE FLAVOR
MATCHES HER COMPLEXION
I TASTE HER SKIN
LIKE IT POURS
THROUGH HER PORES
AND CRAVE IT MORE THEN
A POO CALLED WINNIE DOES...

WE GREET EACH OTHER
WITH A BIG BEAR HUG
AND GIANT SIZED KISS
THE KIND THAT MAKES
OUR SURROUNDING
IRRELEVANT AND
CLOTHING VANISH
LIKE A MAGIC TRICK
WHEN SEEN EVEN
DAVID CAN'T BLAME ME
CHRIS SAY SHE ANGELIC
AND THE GREAT HOUDINI
COULDN'T ESCAPE
THE HOLD SHE
HAS ON ME...

STRAIGHT CRAZY JACKET
WILD TIMES
IN A PADDED
FOUR CORNERED MATTRESS
SEXUALLY MENTALLY
UNSTABLE LIKE
TO GO SLOW OR FASTER
HER WALLS I HOPE
TO STAY TRAPPED IN
LIKE ARKHAM ASYLUM
NO BRUCE WAYNE
BUT BATMAN I'M HIM
WHEN I DRIVE THIS
IN HER CAVE
WHILE OTHERS
CAN'T FIND IT... ;)