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There's nothing better, promise.

by Mo Couts

It’s said the sweetest juice comes from the blackest berry
That the ugliest trees give the most delicious cherries
I know I’m not the best looking, but darling, looking, I’m not bad
I’ll have you know that I’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had
I’ll rock your world, change your life
Ladies, I’ll make you leave your husband or your wife
Make you call me in the middle of the night
Make you do everything you think isn’t right
I’ll make you scream and moan and cum
Lead you on, and then…I’ll run
Men and women want me the same
Want to be a part of my lovely sex games
I have men sinking to their knees
Women all around me, begging me, please
The blackest berries have the sweetest juice
The darkest chocolate makes the very best mousse
I guarantee you’ll leave my bed changed
And the next time you have sex, it just won’t be the same
You’ll have me, what I do and how I do it on your brain
And you’ll beg me to do it again and again
Every other person only makes you wish for me
And you’ll tell them all the things that they can never be
The sweetest juice comes from berries oh so black
And every other woman you’re with will totally lack
The way I move my hips, my hands, this tongue
The I straddle, ride and lunge
No other woman can do what I do
And at the end of the day, I’m the one you’ll come to
One more thing for you to keep on your mind
So you can recite it to me when you call saying “it’s time”:
“You’re right, the best mousse is from chocolate of the darkest hue
The very best sex I’ll ever have comes from you”

06/03/2011

Author's Note: Sassy. Yup.

Posted on 06/03/2011
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