ERICA COULDN'T.... (BY KEVITO DA POET)

VANESSA THE UNDRESSER

GOT A NEW VICTIM WHEN
ERICA COULD'NT HANDLE HER LIQUOR 

AFTER THE PRESSURE
OF TRYING TO IMPRESS
THIS NEW GUY GOT TO HER
FIVE SHOTS AND SHE WAS THREW
CALLED EARL A FEW TIMES
THEN REPLIED I NEED A RIDE
A PLACE TO CRASH IN A BIND
NO PANTIES DRESS ON THE RISE
EYES BARELY OPEN SLURRED SEXY VOICE
RASPY OFF THE SAUCE
WHISPERING OUT I HEARD ABOUT YOU
THE DOUBLE EDGE SWORD
YOU KEEP UNDER THE PILLOW
GOING BOTH WAYS LIKE A CATERPILLAR
SUCKING THE NECTAR OFF A PEACH
WITH ONE IN YOUR HAND MULTI-TASKING...

SO THEY LEAVE TOGETHER
FLEEING THE VULTURES NEST
TO THE COMFORTABLE SURROUNDINGS
OF BREST ON BREST KISSING
A PATRON AFTER TASTE SEEPING
THREW FRESHLY WAXED PORES
ERICA PAUSED
TO ADMIRE VANESSA'S APPROACH
TO GATES FROM BELOW
THE PRETTIEST DOOR CLOSED
REMINISCENT OF A CATHEDRAL
GOING AGAINST GOD'S LAWS
FOR ONE SPITE ONE NIGHT ONLY...

WE DON'T NORMALLY BUT
SHE BEEN SO HORNY LATELY
BEEN ABOUT 365 TIMES 3 SINCE
THESE LIPS WAS GRAZED NOW LEAVING
LIP GLOSS STAINS IN SKIN CREASES
VEERING OFF LANES DRUNK
DRIVING HER WALLS INSANE
WITH A FEMINIST TOUCH NO PAIN
JUST LUST NO REDO'S OR REGRETS
ONLY WETNESS GATHERINGS
PORING OVER ORAL COMMISSURES
RUNNING DOWN CHINS AND CHEEKS
THEN KISSED OFF WITH
INNOCENT ENDINGS...;-)