I woke up ready and consenting
But my bed was empty
You had me dreaming and creamin'
Possessed with visions of your semen swimming in me
You got my pulse throbbing in through swollen lips between crossed legs
Wanting to hear you sound out my name cuz my brain
Is now in your head
I'm sending kegal-coded messages
From thighs squeezed tight just for you
Show me the wet spot u got from the passion lash from the thought of the way we smash
Now I'm streaming- upgrading from a drop or two
I'll keep my hedges clipped for you to handle it
Give the flower bud a kiss when u come to my landing strip
Queen comes hard if u know how to manage it
Can't cold chicken sandwich it
Get a grip- n let go
I'm not steam I'm pressure ready to blow
But you gotta know my V- Code
Mixed with a lil' G-Code
The kind of passionate and attentive love that will bang an O-G from me outta respect for Queen's Skeet Code
Take you to the V-Point but won't let you let go
Until the code of this Vagina is tattooed upon your every moment
Is your stalker in your dreams turning your sheets to cream
Is the front page headline of your daily Tribune and the pulse sustaining your system- immune
Till its rules supersede what you thought you knew, and become the founding principles of Coochie Wisdom
There is no stand in or surrogate that will cause you to negate the inspiration for your thoughts of penetration all of which is worth a Dick -Standing Ovation
Memorize her symbols and let it become the language of your soul
n never forget who taught you the rules of the Vagina Code....
Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.
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