Am i wrong if i tell you that i want to make love to your mind first?
before giving back shots that sweat out hair and make spines hurt.
i want to make you mine first, i want to put in time first.
i want to eat outside before i devour your insides, i don't want dessert.
i want to dine first.
can we have a glass of wine first? act like kids than bump and grind first?
don't spoil the pleasure of anticipation, leave the lights on, i want to see you
i'm already impressed with your body; i want you to show me how your mind works.
what makes you focused, how your grind works, before i make your inner thighs hurt.
postpone the climax for the end of our love movie; don't give it to me in the intro.
so for now, your beautiful face is the only place i'm checking for a dimple.
having sex is simple; making love is for grown men. let's build a relationship with
god first, if eventually we're going to be sin-full