Maginin Buggin You

Maginin Buggin You

Don't know what it is you do to me girl,
but it happens every time.
I hear your voice;
my head goes to sweat;
I get all hot and bothered inside.

I be thinking and feeling
about touching things;
like your coffee colored
creamy thighs.
About tickling that kat,
and stuff like that;
making it all wet and wicky inside.

I be thinking your hair,
your eyes,
your lips ....
My ... my.
Your shoulders,
and your long lovely neck.
And your soft round goblets,
tipped dark chocolate.
Sitting out to be kissed and carressed.

I be thinking your skin,
all pressed against mine;
soft to the touch and the eye.
My hands in your hair,
while us moving down there;
you urging me deeper inside.

Why; I'd spread your thighs,so wide.
Knees be pointing to the air.
And I'd watching that kat
weep that sap
while you promising honeys in there.

Those lips be a glistening,
all swollen with tention
and your knob be sittin up bold.
My loins be aching,
and my thang be staining;
and my resolve ...?
It be ready to fold.

"Aw sweet daddy”
(your arms be wide)
“My girl's here wanting to get pinned”!
"Now, you shuck them clothes,
while I open my door".
"Don’t knock".
"Just come on in."