Sexual Deviation III (collab w/ B-Smooth)

h20 (conversation with the harlot):

I don't know what the hell I'm gon' do
If I see one more patent leather platform shoe
...One more multi-hue/ hair do/structurally dependent on glue
...One more left tit with a rose tattoo/ in plain fuckin' view
...One more all girl crew/ dressed alike in all blue/
attention/ is the intention/ but y'all have no clue/
like the first five and a half minutes of Scooby Doo
Or Alicia Silverstone making her starring debut
...One more stunt who/ calls every nigga in the bar boo/
...One more freak lettin' niggas bounce on her like Dru...
Hill dance moves/ being flexed by a kangaroo/
I hearken back to/days when it was taboo/
to make a hullabaloo/ about how you/ like to screw
Now some of y'all brag thinkin' its cool/ talkin' 'bout the way you chew
And hum/ the cum/ out some/ dumb/ niggas scrotum/ like a kazoo
All my niggas say true/ if you think Nas said it best
Black girls mo' lost today than Columbus headin' west
I confess/ it was the black man who started this mess
But must you acquiesce/ to every self professed
Pimp-playa-balla on a pussy quest
Lettin' niggas dig holds in your nest
Like Cavity Creeps before there was Crest
Given these Shylock niggas pounds of flesh
To boost your self esteem but divest/ of your soul in the process
I can't even asses/ merely guess/how much nut you ingest
Your tears are suppressed/ as you let niggas molest
But I digress/ cause some of y'all are straight schemin'
For a taste of the cream &/ an all expense paid trip to Neiman's
You went into the business of freein'/ trapped semen
You must be dreamin'/ because all you releasin'/ is demons/
Plus your pussy's teamin'/ with critters that make it burn when you peein'
You let any nigga jack it/ from the back end/
as long as he's supplyin' plastic/ for rings/ and things/ like leather jackets
you'll be his Buddy like Hacket
Wearin' tiny tennis skirts and don't even own a racket
Rich niggas get to crack it/ and tag clit/ How much would it cost to for you
to suck me?
A penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss/ a dime bag and you probably
do me lovely
I heard you like to stay under covers type Donnie Brasco
Just what I'd expect from a bitch who takes it up the asshole
You been in more motels than Gideons/ not to mention
You seen more dicks than a Nixon/ look alike convention
Have no misapprehensions/ you ain't nothin' but a harlot
If it walk like a ho and talk like a ho that's what the fuck I'm gon' call it

B-Smooth (running game on your average whore):

I sware to God, don't spread your legs like that, just keep them shits crossed
Sloppy table manners, playing Footsie, bet your clit's soft
No dressing, just ballads, without salad, I leave a bitch tossed
Trickling down your navel, in your anal, I got my dick lost
I want to knock your pussy lips off and hit you with this boulder
Sex aroma
Wet you like Coronas when I bone ya
With more Scream(s) than a scared Wes Craven if you's a moaner
Florence Joyner calves and creamy thighs up on my shoulders
Body lumpy like fuck, junk in your trunk, enough to leave me hurt
Ass like a fuzzy peach, 2 chunky cheeks in teeny skirts
Ripe Chiquita titties, nipples bursting through your bebe shirt
Before I work the tongue, you better feed your clit at least 3 Certs
Nintendo 64 sex where hitting skins in 3-D works
You're on your back crying, "Come see me, nurse!" soon as my wee-wee
squirts
Seeing Roman candles, I man-handle your panel
Giving better humps than camels, busting nuts on your enamel
Sugar walls stay wet as Niagara Falls, I feel it through your drawers
Chubby pubic mound, you spread your legs, I sware you got balls
Doggy-style positions, one a week, my dick ‘ill numb a cheek
First date, I grab your twat and rub it ‘til you've sprung a leak
I put it on your back like Doans and probably broke your bones
Dark and Lovely pussy perm, I shoot the sperm until you groan
Solid injections from stiff erections numb your sections
20 and over, come and try our free pubic inspections

h20 (a passion filled night with a REAL woman):

Images of the enchantress/ her satin negligee dances
A ballet across a body by Botticelli that entrances
With hypnotic motions/ like erotic love potions
Until my notions/ are derailed/ by the faint smell/ of her lotion
Is it Pear Glace/ by Vicki Secret's?
The sweet cassolet/ makes my mind freakwent
Wet-Dreamscapes of us floating with no gravity
Riding clouds as I explore her vaginal cavity
That sweet honey hole/ that swallows me whole
Like the fifties fad with the fish of gold...
Don't get me wrong I still service the cervix
Known to work clits/ when I serve dick
Intoxicate females like herb hits/ but I ain't hurtin' shit
Talkin' bout what my girth did-they given birth kid
Don't matter if you/ where a 14 shoe
It's a reason all my trues/ call it that power-u
Cause its the omnipotent/ heaven sent/ creation
That elicits delicate/ yet magnificent/ sensations
It's no Wonder/ that I Was Made to Love Her
While others/ prefer safely sexing on satin covers
My drothers/ is more like meadows in midsummer
Freak'n Her/ like Hailey and DeGrate brothers...
So continues my fantasies/ of penile incisions
Drowning in deluges of ecstasies/ free of inhibitions
Relieving tensions/ as we perform hedonistic renditions
Of Passion Plays-and I don't say that to be sacrilegious
Unlike those/ negroes/ callin' goddesses hoes & bitches
They burnin' bridges/ yet to realize the truth which is
A man of wealth without a woman possesses absolutely no riches

B-Smooth (respecting the Black women as the Goddess she is):

Descriptions of an orgasmic climax while making LOVE to a REAL woman:

euphoric waterfalls rush as I absorb your essence
music, emotion, peaceful steaming bath presence
bathe me in your mental, pleasure, pink palace
refreshing peach tree, moisturizing cocoa pH balanced
bittersweet ballads, a rhapsody in pink
quiet walk, love stream nature by the creek
lavender dreams while holding hands, no need to speak
two souls are bound by destiny, transcending lover's peak
Casablanca rendezvous, sweep you off your feet
think of nights over Paris, lavish New England Suites
whispers like still rivers, calm, majestic sailing fleets
cozy fireplace fertility to shield me from the streets
daisies sprinkled on the beach, heart embroidered seams
Saint Ives herbal extract sun-soaked supremes
all natural aloe vera taste of tropic sugar cane
Duncan Hines rose pedals, willow trees in the rain
cherry kisses on my weary brow, ease away the pain
quiet storm love solace chant, silent refrain...

butterflies on sunflowers, chocolate lemonade
cool fan breezes, pastry spices in the shade
holiday aroma, classic coffee serenade
gentle love seat potion, run my fingers through your braids
heart warming Hallmark fluffy cake present
scathing beauty wildflower withered in the desert
naked footprints in the sand, soothing dampness
Gazebo candlelight, ivy tapestry on campus
dorm room delight, nightly Mo' Better Blues
avocado facial shower scrub, Tropicana cruise
retro lava lamps, which incense to choose?
flower pattern, berry waffle, 12 o'clock snooze
Evian dreams of passion, silky laced Psalms
tranquil Amish acre apple valley calm
meridian massage, let my fingers grace your palms
orgasmic delight, let me embrace you in my arms
and we can spiral through the ceaseless ages in Technicolor
grand elegance, double-Dutch through paintings with my lover
candy cane kaleidoscope, raspberry swirl
Norman Rockwell snowy day portrait, creamy pearl
Christmastime wool knit sweater warmth bask
Irish Spring crystal bath Neutrogena mask
sunset rapture, melancholy mystic drama
enchantress violin sweep, thrill me with your karma
gaze into your eyes for millenniums and a day
opera house swan songs with every word you say
purple palm trees sway in the cathedral where you lay
Gothic wisteria, rich, chivalrous Chardonnay
think of Sybaris pools where nightingales sing a capella
Victorian tablecloths, Venetian wine cellar
I'll be cast into the ceaseless sea to prove I can't fathom...
The depths of your immaculate, beautiful orgasm