My Job Is To Go Realla!!!

I must not lie Women,
It is my job to go Realla,
Deeper,
Harder,
Cower at my actions woman,
Call for your Father,
Bid praises to my name,
I am the son of Kings who once ruled this land.
My name is JAHN-a-thun, I am "gift of God" given to my mother to ease the river of her hearts
Loneliness.
I am the perspiration, the salty fluid secreted from slaves who came before me but made way for
My arrival.
I am a river of condensation formed from perspiration that melted the cold surface of your heart.
I am condensation formed from the perspiration of your love.
I am the cremation that happens between your thighs, after our gyration caused by your fixation
And flirtation with me.
Starvation is what happens to you when you can’t get enough of my ovation.
I want to be the chemical challenge that unbalances your flame,
For you will flood for me,
Drench the atmosphere for me,
Rain on Me!
Fuel me,
Hold me,
Ride me,
Cash for cuddles leading to surreal puddles on your floor,
I demand for less than others because I deliver more,
Inquire about how to be a member of my choir,
Yet don’t fret my explanation of your dedication to our liberation of mind and body.
Because for you to truly understand my presentation or get my motivation,
You must understand that I do all this for your body stimulation.
So as I stand hear know that I go realla then any of this wanna be niggas.
Because no one will ever receive accreditation for my manipulation of your body and mind.
Believe Me Gorgeous,
My work ethic is smooth,
& Pleasure Is My Job...
Why because I Goreala!!!!!!