Domestic Protocol

"Hello??...
Yes who else would it be??
Nothing... I was asleep
When... Now?! What time is it??
Yeah, I'm gonna unlock the door now
So when you get here just come in..."

I know what you're thinking, this is just another booty call.
But i prefer to refer to it simply as my domestic protocol.
See my man has needs and sometimes they come at 4 in the mornin.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not always in the mood for it,
but who in their right mind would give up the chance to have their clit played with?
Plus he seems upset, so i gotta be soothing and work that magic.

Gotta be sensitive and tender, its almost maternal.
Massage him all over with body parts both internal and external.
So explicit and enticing its damn near intolerable.

And even though I know that sometimes i can be a tease,
when he's tense, I have no problem
Quenching, caressing, and pressing to please;
just so he can tilt his head back and feel free to release.

This is why its hard for me to conceive the fact that some girls
DO NOT COMPREHEND
Cause its really understandable why deep throat is a guys best friend...
See it keeps the dick warm, from beginning to end.

So for this reason, never am I fickle when it comes to his pickle,
I set it on fire and make it melt like a popsicle
as he erupts for me to taste his liquefied vanilla icicles.

And I do all this for him simply because I am thankful.
See.... my man don't need viagara to get me wet like the falls of the Niagara.
Cause when he stands at attention, hmmmmm, its alllll natural..

When it comes to him, its as though I'm susceptible.
And for him, I'll always be accessible.
Yes.... its safe to say he has me open wider that Patrick Ewings' nostrils.

Faint moans and mild toned screams with slight facial expression,
You see he prefers to hear volume than read the close captions.

And as the sun rises we will commence to resignation.
Satisfied that we have both reached our destinations.
Due to the fact that neither one of us suffers from sexual constipation.

And all will become serene, as we are no longer one.
As we lay together, steady breathes as we hear somewhere in the background...
D'Angelo singing.... hmmm its that voodoo album,
Baby... How does it feel?