Tell me...

Tell me that you're keen to my touch,
Tell me that you know I don't mean to be mean but when I tilt that head back to a lean and you know what it means when I grab gently at your throat,
Tell me that you love when my hands slide in between your knees checking for the cream up towards your sweetest parts and your heart starts to beat can you feel the heat?
Tell me you can feel my lust,
Tell me you'll never put up a fuss,
Tell me baby there's no rush,
but you know I'm a feen and I hunger for what's in between,
to lick, to thrust,
it's become a must,
Tell me it's mine to touch,
Tell me...