Watching the tournament at Wimbledon this weekend reminded me how much I cram to understand what’s really good with SERENA WILLIAMS. Her sister VENUS is as dope as a bump of Double Dragon (circa Taft housing projects 1993), but SERENA is the truth. And when it’s time to get fly SERENA knows how to step correct.
I remember there were the rumors that she had a slight case of P-funk, but I have to be honest with y’all… I’m kind of into that. Just not too funky. But I dig chicks that can get a little musky and sweaty. In my mind sweat ain’t nothin’ but GOD’s natural lubrication.
I can imagine being in the locker room after she has had a grueling match with some chick that the crowd wanted to win. SERENA is all sweaty and emotionally spent and I start to towel dry her muscular shoulders and behind her neck. I tell her to lift her arms so that I can place the soft cotton towel around and betwen her chest. I massage her as I dry her body to alleviate some of the tension that she has built up. It’s difficult to be SERENA WILLIAMS because everybody wants to see you fail, but she manages to perservere. As I am drying her stomach with the towel, and my arms are wrapped around her, my lips kiss her clavicle. I then begin to suckle upon her neck and work my way up to the soft skin right behind her ear.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
Damn, Monday morning came quick.
And so did I.
hahahahaha…cosign!! damn she got a donkey.
Since the first time I saw her son…there’s been alot of things that’s gone down since, but when I see her in the tight tennis hook up letting out that powerful grunt as she smashes some chick the world wants to win, I try to remember a pure time when we were just finding out the Venus had a little sister who was good too.
donkey boonkey!
i just wanna smell it…and tell everybody about it