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Contagious
I am taking you in one breath at a time.
The aroma of your body has me on a high you can't find.
I don't want to be cliché but you blow my mind.
I don't want to say you're the cream of the crop.
But how can I not, the way you bring mine to the top.
You keep me coming over and over it could never be a flop.
I count your moans while you count my inches.
You spread out for my love, your pelvis being the hinges.
I love how you call out to me when it is within your clutches.
Under the hold of your walls, I bring my strokes to a crawl.
I just want to take my time like a teen in the mall.
I love to try you on, pussy, mouth and all.
Wrap your arms around my neck and walls around my dick.
I swear your love is contagious, I get weak like I am sick.
You got moves like a first round pick. I love it when you play with me.
I lay back and you take a seat.
You're always front row rolling your hips on me.
You turn me on and I cheer for you. You're the only one on my roster when I could have a few.
You could ride a man out of his shoes, I have lost one or two.
The aroma of your body has me on a high you can't find.
I don't want to be cliché but you blow my mind.
I don't want to say you're the cream of the crop.
But how can I not, the way you bring mine to the top.
You keep me coming over and over it could never be a flop.
I count your moans while you count my inches.
You spread out for my love, your pelvis being the hinges.
I love how you call out to me when it is within your clutches.
Under the hold of your walls, I bring my strokes to a crawl.
I just want to take my time like a teen in the mall.
I love to try you on, pussy, mouth and all.
Wrap your arms around my neck and walls around my dick.
I swear your love is contagious, I get weak like I am sick.
You got moves like a first round pick. I love it when you play with me.
I lay back and you take a seat.
You're always front row rolling your hips on me.
You turn me on and I cheer for you. You're the only one on my roster when I could have a few.
You could ride a man out of his shoes, I have lost one or two.
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