Thursday, 11th February 2010 at 13:34
first verse of “guest house” by ghostface haha
In the crib on this rainy day, I’m chilling
Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling
Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas
I walk to the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers
And Iron Chef just season the salmon
It’s coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad
I’m on the couch hitting the chalice
Checking my textes and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus
