your new bitch can’t cook & I’m not Julia Child or nothing in this motherfucker but does your new bitch know how to fatten you can she octopus-squeeze you in the morning make you desperate to not leave her bed does she know when you nightmare & talk fire in your sleep it’s best to kiss your forehead gently shake you awake dumpling-fold you into her arms so when you come back to this plane you know you are loved can she fuck you like I did & I’m not Jada Fire or nothing in thi