She had seen a lot of things, so she was not easily impressed,
That was, until she encountered the Don,
Then she eagerly undressed,
Her mental faculty was a complicated fixation,
Our visits to the bedroom were nothing short of amazing,
She predicted greatness in my future,
Taught me with patience like a tutor,
Our brains were like computers,
As we built galaxies of volumes of that elite verbiage,
Our feats were complete and perfect,
She rode me until we both climaxed,
Her pleasurable moans were the soundtrack,
The clean version,
The dirty verses would make a whore out of a virgin,
No rehearsing when I civilized a couple of planets,
Love language splattered across the canvas,
My domination consists of bomb word placement,
My female counterpart allowed the world to observe greatness,
I taught her well,
When you’re this fly
It is hard for your head not to swell,
Modesty was lost when I founded Planet Zudo,
Banished by design, but that was cool though,
Blessed with gorgeous skin, and a captivating smile,
I’ve been this smooth for a while…
I put her on to the Beatles, Wu-Tang, and Thelonious Monk,
She told me February was her loneliest month,
Wanted me to impregnate the planet,
Told her I couldn’t,
Because my maker cloned me just once…
A good man is an endangered species,
Back in the day I wrote 4 or 5 bangers weekly,
She inspired me to create a Planet Full of Dons,
I massaged fate, fingerfucked her to her thongs,
And that was only a preview of what was yet to come,
Molten lava with her tongue,
Our dominance was colossal
With more history than a fossil…