all dressed up
like a mango tree
vagina full
of fish in the sea
eyes dripping black
rainbow
glitter
enticing you
into
her litter
her juicy fruit
to blow your mind
the howling wind
her behind
she gave you what
you came here for
sucked you dry
like
you did
her
such illusions
we live for
this life
this whore
we always
want more
her sunset lips
palm swaying hips
attract your attention
you are whipped
you pull over
in her
dimension
little do you know
her intension
all she wants is
your
submission
her tits are fake
but you don’t care
your mind is in your underwear
full of disease
she aims to please
all her tricks
up her sleeve
she walks the street
for all the horny
that fall for
her
and her
baloney
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 