Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Can I feel it?


Let me feel it.

Can I kill it like the blue bird girl?

I want to show you what I’m working with.

Touching your pearl.

Let you moan to the morning time cums with us.

Like a squirrel baby girl I’m just looking for =what? =

Push pops on your lips like the ice-cream man.

And I really want to feel you with more than my hands.

Touch every single part of you.

Inside out.

Tease and please every part of you.

Scream and shout.

Lady can I turn your whole world upside down?

I want to show you how to work it girl.

Just like Wow.

Bighting your lips.

Finger tips on this and that.

Touch me here and oooh lady.

Wow that’s fat.

More liquid flows than a starburst once you taste.

Not M&M’s in your hands but all on your =what? =

Face me.

Lace me with your tightest moves.

Now turn around baby.

Oh yeah that’s coo.

Chorus:

Can I feel it?

Can I touch you there?

Can I feel it?

Let me feel it.

Let me touch you there.

Can I feel it?

No regrets.

I want to =ugh=

Till the cows come home.

Now since you don’t live on a farm.

I can’t leave you alone.

The simple pleasure of a touch makes it all unfold.

I want to cum inside baby.

Out here it’s cold.

Can I see your face change like seasons =girl? =

Touch down like a tornado into your =world? =

Stir it up like coffee “said Bernie Mack”

Cream for me, give me sugar.

Oh, yeah, just like that.

Pace like track runners in long distance race.

We’ll find a rhythm on our own mile.

Let me chase.

See you touch walls like you got possessed tonight.

I guarantee all of me when I’m doing it right.

Lick stamps while I stick in the box to mail.

Check your fluids for the trip and all is well.

Touch-tone in the morning after all is done.

When you call me next time baby girl I’ll cum.

Chorus repeated…

We marinated on a sautéed fantasy.

Flames & Wicks, but like wax, babies ass melted onto paying the tax.

And in fact, we simmered in a passionate =oooh=

(Then what?)

Baby girl was wetting me up.

Man I was stuck between her peaks and the sunrise.

Letting her ride….

For time being till I caught mine.

(imagine that)

There I went, there I went, and then we came again.

(How long?

Man the last I checked the clock read ten.

It was getting late and the nighttime just came and went.

And work was still getting put in.

(Stop bullshittng)

Six in the morning Police at my door.

Black Bo!

Urban hang suite knocks.

At my pad door.

Keep it low!

Fa sho.

There we go, there we go, there we go

now we napped, crapped, brushed and ate

But my ladies at it again,

I can't stay,

cus gurl I'm on a paper chase.

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