My Fever

I don’t want a quickie…
Just a hit
To fix my itch
No
I don’t want a quickie
In the backseat of my Mitsubishi
Fold front for more trunk space
Tinted windows, no one’ll see a thang
But love, I don’t want a quickie
I need you to feel me…
Lay down and lay me down
Spread my legs
Wide and far
Taste of the nectar
Long and deep
Like the sea
Mighty as the Mississippi, River
They’ll hear our moans in Missouri
Show me, state
Show me, how bad you want me
Lip lapping
Tongue wagging
Drinking of my love’s passion
A buffet fit for a king
Lay me down gently
Caress me intentionally
On purpose
Because there is a purpose
I don’t want just a quickie-dammit!
Refrain…woozah
Because there is a purpose
Take care of me
Like a daddy but not like my daddy
Hold me
Whisper your nasty thoughts to me
While you finger my pussy
My princess better yet
‘Til she’s soaking wet
With anticipation
Exaggeration
Aggravation- I don’t want just a quickie
But stroke my love
Like an acoustic guitar
I’ll teach you all you need to know
To make me come- into fruition
Over and over and over and over again
Like the energizer bunny
Thump my drums
Ting my rings- bells
Keep going and going
I’ll take care of you daddy
As I ride, your view from my backside
Up and down
Backwards and upside down
Let me hear your cries for more
Yes nigga! Say my motherfuckin’ name!
YES GODDESS!
Ride like a champion- stallion
And watch me lick your love up
Come up
Baptize you from the heart up
Arise a new man
A new woman
Because there is a purpose
On purpose
For this meeting to take precedence
Over work
Over cells phones, tweets, and notifications
A purpose that’ll complete
Our family
I don’t want just a quickie
Just a hit
To fix my itch
No
But multiply our divine
In a tiny seed, we’ve planted in me
I got a fever
And nothing’ll relieve me ‘til
I’m cradling in my arms
Our baby…=)