Have a thing for you, I confess
My desires won't settle for less
Caress your love box under dress
Fantasize about us, can't rest
Passion strikes against our chests
I'm feeling the absolute best
as I fondle with your breasts
Let me know, if I cum on too strong
Some will say, I am so wrong
Companionship of me last long
to the right woman, I'm among
My soul for you is always tingling
cringing, you gonna have me singing
your name as we produce sweet tunes
Until your goods become dried prunes
That's when the spot is a tear jerk
I work as your body goes berserk
Believe me, it can get really nasty
without the peak of us going hasty
You the bomb, you got pleasant stuff
I moan wolf as I huff and puff
Blow your back out, scream and shout
Our meaningful sex makes me pout
Slowly, enter myself, you jump
I commence with a steady hump
I do deep pumps like a thump
The sensitivity causing me to slump
I flip you over like a card trump
Bust you like Spades in the rump
Got you in move of a tree stump
Support for me to lean up
Drive and issues, you can't clean up
I'm a mess.... Baby, I'm a mess.... Yes, I'm a mess.... My sexuality is messy of my skills to be dressy
©2011, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
