A HORSE CALLED CHARLIE... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

SHE LOOK AT HER THIGHS
ALL SHE SEE IS CELLULITE
BUT ALL I SEE IS THEM
WRAPPED TIGHTLY AROUND ME
KEEPING ME UP IN THE WETNESS
LIKE A FLOATATION DEVICE
A CUSHION AROUND THE BOX
TO PROTECT A DELICATE PACKAGE
IT JUST HAPPENS THAT MAYBE ITS
A SLIGHT EXAGGERATION ON HER PART
AFTER ALL I CAN'T HELP BUT
WANT HER TO DO A MILE RUN
JUST SO I CAN HAVE A
EXCUSE TO RUB ON SOME...

BUT SHE DON'T HAVE TO
SHE CAN JUST ASSUME
THE POSITION LIKE
SHE USING A THIGHMASTER
LET ME PUT MY HEAD
IN THE MIDDLE LIKE
A PAIR OF LEG SCISSORS
SQUEEZE MY LEMON
WHILE I SPLIT HER PEACH
BET WE CUT SOME FAT
AND REACH A CLIMAX
NOW CAN BALLY'S DO THAT?
CAN PLANET FITNESS
GIVE YOU THE SHIVERS AND
SHAKES BETWEEN YOUR LEGS
A HAPPY MEDIUM OF
PLEASURE AND PAIN...

I'LL JUST LET HER COMPLAIN
AND REFRAIN FROM AGREEING
SAY I DON'T SEE IT
WHAT YOU TALKING BOUT MAMI
LET GET A CLOSER LOOK
TAKE THOSE OFF AND BEFORE
SHE KNOW WHAT HIT HER
I'LL BE HITTING HER GIVING HER
DEEP THIGH BURNS AS WE
TAKE TURNS ON TOP
HOPE SHE CAN KEEP UP OR
SHE MIGHT GET A VISIT FROM
A HORSE CALLED CHARLIE...;)