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Do You Wanna' Get Funky With Me? (That Smell.......)
“The idle mind is a playground for the devil
Do ya want to get funky with me, do ya wanna?”
She's
standing next to a mountain,
skin crawling, and she startin' to climb
blazing hot
his mushroom straining towards the sky
volcanic,
lust is such a rush
the mighty mountain rumbles
eruption just about to bust
and nature's wonder
cream rising, flowing down
the other side
she straddles the highest peak
legs spread open* wide*
“I'm gonna' set you on fire 'cause it's hot....it's so hot”
Mmmm........ “ I chop it down with the edge of my hand”
my royal flush spread wide
I see all aces and spades
parting those cheeks open
begging, "my god, what hath thou made?"
Beads of water
dripping down the crack of her caramel colored ass
puckered brown Betty
“make it last, make it last”
dripping deep down in the valley
of the shadows of death
the pleasures found
way
down
there......
“honey butter” drips across
hot crossed buns
wet as a raging river
wading in her waters; got to get me some.......
“.....it's so hot, I'm burning up”
fuck social correctness and cultural grace
"baby got back"
her “goodies” spread all out in
my face
"cries the restless feline"
she quivers and shakes
“my violent femme”
let me have
just
a little
taste
“Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of sex surrounds you.....”
“.....it's so hot, I'm burning up”
acid and base
your lust is my drug
I'm dusted
I'm laced
our bodies drip
thick beads of wanton sweat
my dick is so hard
her pussy so damned “soft and wet”
breathing
so hot and heavy
strokin' her slit, ready to get inside
“we go deep, we ain't gon' get no sleep”
standin' all up in it, shiftin' into overdrive.........( "in the back of that six-five" )
“......I'm gonna' set you on fire 'cause it's hot....it's so hot”
and our juices boiling
silken linens
soiled and wet
“I smell sex and candy....here”
in "Marcy's Playground"
I have no fear......for asking
and lest I forget
when
the
fuckin' is through
and the room has that scent
of a strange shade of acid-blue
and our body's spread and twisted,
spent in the moment
not a damn thing else to lose,
“Do ya want to get funky with me?”
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