After the Music Stops

You turn on the party with the hottest beats, 
Spinnin' and mixin' what's hot on da streets.
Mixed drinks, bottles, shots, and bare skins,
and sweat on bodies gyrating suggestively.
Birthday shout outs and reminders that say
"Make sure ya'll tip when ya order ya drink!".
You got this you keeping it all in the bag,
but I Want to be there when the music stops.

Turn YOU on with a smile and be sweet,
lay on your chest and hear your heart beat.
You could drink Goose but I will drink Henny,
its all good as long as we ready.

When we start kissing the whole world will stop,
the only thing going is the sweat down my back.
You squeezing my nipples as  I'm grabbing you,
our bodies in tune, babe its just me and you.
I hear myself moaning and your ponderous breaths,
this whole experience got me mad wet.  

I should've put money--knew I should've bet,
that you'll fall asleep right up in my bed. Lol 
Seriously speaking don't think that I'm done,
its just the beginning of a world undone. 
I'll wake you to warm acoustic beats,
rhythmically expressing how happy I am that you are here with me. 

You know I'm boricua so I am no joke,
I skipped the whole breakfast thing and got right to the point.
I'm cooking you pork chops, yellow rice, and beans,
this is what you get when you fuc*ing with me. 

We all want the diamonds we all want the gold.
We all want the glamour the cars and the hos. 
If you had it all already you will feel like me,
when the music stops its not fulfilling. 
I hope that you like this, for its your present--you're the birthday boy, happy birthday! LOL