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Taking Me All The Way
Mm… if I let you make slow and passionate love to me tonight sax man
Giving You the only chance
Are you that man, who’ve I’ve waited for, who will give me a part of your world
The mother of your pearl
Whispering me your salvation, granting me your promises, devoid of pressure or demands
Would you know what I like by the softeness you hear in my voice
Telling me you like my lacy teddy of blue, for you, no other can compare by choice
I’m scared to place both feet forward to believe, taking your hand, yet, allowing you to lead
Serenading me on your knees by the craft of your jazz sounds
My name has a tune behind it, nowhere else to be found
Looking down into my eyes, stealing a kiss, pulling me into his embrace to the feel of tonight’s wish
Clothes disappearing in a matter of time
Laying me down on his bed, licking around his lips for the thought of Nirvana nestled between my thighs
Intake of breath, and he has not even caressed my skin yet, all through dinner his swag keeping my satin panties wet
Can not advert my eyes with the man who stands, crawling over me, opening my legs, knowing he now has me in the plam of his hands
French kissing, teasing the soft folds of my clit, smearing the taste of me around my lips
Holding my hands at my side, conjuring the feeling when desires and rapture collide
He dominate the wants of my ecstasy
Tongue flicking my nipples the need for him to complete me, coming on stronger as he please
I hear the music of his soul playing so loud, its charismatic so clear
He is the saxophone, the love notes of his magnetic sentiments takes my mind past the stratosphere
Oh, sweet mercy, legs opening wider, arrogant in knowing he’s the only man who could make this pussy squirt, without effort, without work
A genuine person, I can see, bite, taste, tell, smell
Rolling me over onto my side, his favorite position, scissor style
Kissing my lips, while sliding his arousal in and out,
Making this night worth our while mm...no doubt
Quickly placing me on top of him, without further ado
His palm rolling down my abdomen, a finger delving all up inside my juicy food
Gyration, loving his digit stimulation, a climatic gushing from dick starvation
Mm... rubbing my cunt juices on my neck, each lingering finger stroke felt
Sinking deeper, moaning to the Heavens, tongue anchoring in my ear, making me melt
Circling my slit, sitting up, holding his erection, sliding my silken walls down, mm.. oh yes
Both of us falling to the abyss of euphoric bliss
I blush that he loves to read my sultry poems before his nightclub set
Telling me it’s his hard on, his jazz notes sounds much sweeter knowing I am the obsession once he belts
This woman, who hypes him up for
The woman who clothes he rips off once he closes the door
Lifting me up, sometimes we cannot make it past the floor
An occasional rug burned ass
Anytime for that angry passion he deeply instills, weakening me with each dick thrash, tongue lash
I am content at best, time to call my grann for a bless
Giving You the only chance
Are you that man, who’ve I’ve waited for, who will give me a part of your world
The mother of your pearl
Whispering me your salvation, granting me your promises, devoid of pressure or demands
Would you know what I like by the softeness you hear in my voice
Telling me you like my lacy teddy of blue, for you, no other can compare by choice
I’m scared to place both feet forward to believe, taking your hand, yet, allowing you to lead
Serenading me on your knees by the craft of your jazz sounds
My name has a tune behind it, nowhere else to be found
Looking down into my eyes, stealing a kiss, pulling me into his embrace to the feel of tonight’s wish
Clothes disappearing in a matter of time
Laying me down on his bed, licking around his lips for the thought of Nirvana nestled between my thighs
Intake of breath, and he has not even caressed my skin yet, all through dinner his swag keeping my satin panties wet
Can not advert my eyes with the man who stands, crawling over me, opening my legs, knowing he now has me in the plam of his hands
French kissing, teasing the soft folds of my clit, smearing the taste of me around my lips
Holding my hands at my side, conjuring the feeling when desires and rapture collide
He dominate the wants of my ecstasy
Tongue flicking my nipples the need for him to complete me, coming on stronger as he please
I hear the music of his soul playing so loud, its charismatic so clear
He is the saxophone, the love notes of his magnetic sentiments takes my mind past the stratosphere
Oh, sweet mercy, legs opening wider, arrogant in knowing he’s the only man who could make this pussy squirt, without effort, without work
A genuine person, I can see, bite, taste, tell, smell
Rolling me over onto my side, his favorite position, scissor style
Kissing my lips, while sliding his arousal in and out,
Making this night worth our while mm...no doubt
Quickly placing me on top of him, without further ado
His palm rolling down my abdomen, a finger delving all up inside my juicy food
Gyration, loving his digit stimulation, a climatic gushing from dick starvation
Mm... rubbing my cunt juices on my neck, each lingering finger stroke felt
Sinking deeper, moaning to the Heavens, tongue anchoring in my ear, making me melt
Circling my slit, sitting up, holding his erection, sliding my silken walls down, mm.. oh yes
Both of us falling to the abyss of euphoric bliss
I blush that he loves to read my sultry poems before his nightclub set
Telling me it’s his hard on, his jazz notes sounds much sweeter knowing I am the obsession once he belts
This woman, who hypes him up for
The woman who clothes he rips off once he closes the door
Lifting me up, sometimes we cannot make it past the floor
An occasional rug burned ass
Anytime for that angry passion he deeply instills, weakening me with each dick thrash, tongue lash
I am content at best, time to call my grann for a bless
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