I
get a rise, when you hit the floor, for instance
Watch
the way you gyrate your hips
I
imagine close, like kiss lips
Trying
to figure how I can be smooth
in
my approach, sweet as a tooth
I
take little steps into personal space
If
we could just brush our clothing together, face
Touch
and embrace in form of a hug
Hold you dear to me, as we cut a rug
Lost
in the moment and perfume
Your
sexiness and moves I presume
Of
course, I’m on it, you back up that booty
Ain’t
gonna hurt nobody, I’m not scared
Yeah,
I’m gonna think what it is with us naked
Still
in awe, I passed the stage of rejection
Now,
you work on me, one hell of an erection
More
you dip low, I wanna dip it low
Break
a sweat, we grind fast and slow
A
different rhythm means a new beat
I’m doing best, not to stomp your gorgeous
feet
It
becomes intense, we lock hands and fingers
to
the fine tunes of rappers and singers
We
go at it, song after song
I
desire wee hours to last long
Might
get frustrated, if we have to break
Don’t
wanna disappear and you’re with another man
He
didn’t discover you, a treasure in strobe lights
I
wouldn’t stand to see you make his night
I
fondle and twirl you, all around, tight
I’m
not mad or much the jealous type
Not
my girl, but you give me some kinda hype
Upon
a time, it was called getting my freak on
After
a party, I got mine is what I speak on
No
numbers, at least I copped feels
Pretty
women in dresses, leggings, jeans, or heels
Halter
tops, sight for sore eyes, bodies slammin’
I’m
jamming, wish inside of you, I’m jammin’
Nonstop,
bounce up and down your breasts to legs
Baby,
I only request a dance, don’t have me beg
© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
© 2015, Alphonso Taylor. All rights reserved. No republication of this material in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.
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