The Moon and the Sun standing still
The sky mirrored over the deep blue sea
Just like the Queen is, her obligation is always to thee
Even though most time she stings
Yet the bee hovers beautifully when she sings
Her Ass is full of honey, producing semen for the money
Though most times she’s minx and cunning
Her beauty could ever be stunning.
He’s the G under her strings
The only one that makes her body dings
He’s the G that makes her strings
They are the pink that makes us sing
Even Adam couldn’t resist his Eve
After her perversion with the snake in Eden’s deep.
They are ruling our nation, making us fall on motion
Dishing out apple of emotions causing total commotion
They are making us to suffer for what is kept under cover,
Now only heaven can help us recover.
They are the agent turning our life’s table
Most time making us miserable, knowing fully her milk is desirable.
The catalyst speeding up our soul’s reaction
The element getting us back into action
They are indispensable, unavoidable and irresistible
They are the pink with d strings; we are the G with the ring.
Heard his lady call him G, knowing well she owns the key
Standing on high heels with a dangling waist to feel
A cozy chest to sleep, a mercy's body to kill
Hips that doesn’t lie, a cleavage that pops so high.
Women can’t be spelled without the men
Neither female without the male
We are the G in their strings;
They are the pink that makes us sing.
Our bell won’t ring without hearing them
Our cock won’t crow without seeing them
Our music won’t play without adding them
Cus we are so incomplete without and without them.
Believe what I say about these pinks
We are the “G” under their strings.
Yommy Bishop
Lovely write up......🤏
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