Mary Jane Tenerelli

You’re lucky you chose me.
My credentials check out.
Ask any woman I’ve been with.
This is what I do,
This is what I ‘m capable of.
I’ll bring order to your spice rack,
Crate your books for the basement and
Much prefer the back of your head
When I fuck you.
This is what I do.
This is what I’m capable of.
I’ll look right through you when you cry,
Offer my back after nightmares,
Leave you alone in hard labor
And drink myself blind
On your birthday.
This is what I do.
This is what I’m capable of.
But the thing I do best,
And in this I have no rival,
Is the slow,
Sensual,
Sucking down
Of your soul, your soul, your soul.
This is what I do.
This is what I’m capable of.