Passion
My naughty, dirty, filthy past, Wicked romance was a blast. I frolicked in my sinful ways, Naughty confessions; the Father, On my knees made me pray.
My lips were sweet with; Kiss-N-Tell, The boys unable to break my spells. The ladies were immensely jealous, Revealing claws nasty, zealous. My face draped a devilish grin, stirring a chuckle from within.
Ladies still silent whispers, She’s a definitive slut. Surely she’ll produce a dozen mutts, Muted deformed of her evil womb. Many a man’s pleasures; I would consume, without consumption.
I relish licking, sucking, the tease, In man’s eyes I’m the vital sleaze. A seductress, temptress, bewitchingly best; My suitors settle for nothing less. Legs spread drink the seed.
Distorted faces of disgust, Only stirs my burning lust. I find much pleasure in playful lay. Of this my intellect will not sway. Sinful habits; women believe, I’ll parish in hell. He who is without sin, ring the town bell!
I hold a golden secret inside, Other women should abide. I have a garden, it’s called Eden. God’s creation, it was made for pleasin’. Pardon, come play in my garden. Experience heaven on earth.
Love’s knife bled me out; I didn’t die without a forceful shout. I fight Love’s devil to this day, I’m waiting; For the judge to have his way. Once this evil shadow is gone: My spirit’s renewal standing strong. I cannot be demoralized. For I know many a man’s secret cloak-and-dagger.
Everyone has skeletons, They should not be spoken upon. Unless! You wish for yours to be thrown from the closet. You’ll never own a penny of my profit. Don’t judge me for a past. God’s hand, your words he’ll smash.
Gossip, rumors all delights. Ever think their all in spite? A lying man, before you stands. Don’t believe words of whisper. They are silent with reason. I am a woman fully seasoned. I refuse to hang head in shame. The only person; you, Is left to blame. A revolting web of hateful games.
Where is the lesson? I keep on pressin’! I shed a skin, for my family’s win. My heart is strong, My mind its bond. The birth of my future, I’m without sin. My fingers now; Will make a way, For my mind’s words will playfully pay.
Past sins have turned into a future of truth’s golden wealth.
