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Mm.. How Sweet It Is
He’s the baritone voice I hear, before resting my eyes
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The honeyed craving on his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fills me
A crime of passion resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassion he draws in, I rest it upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
Hard candy in the morning when he’s thrusting between my thighs
A beautiful wish confiscated in the spiritual depth of my dreams
To the handsome Tomcat who touches my spirit before diving into the softness of my butter rum cream
Slowly, tenderly, freeing the essence of my soul
The je ne sais quoi to the quiet comfort of this French Haitian Creole
Midnight magic in his arm, mmm he beautifully consoles
Lover’s embrace
The honeyed craving on his tongue, he savors from my silken taste
Imprisoning my passion, locked deep with the cresting of my feverish needs
Over and over again, begging for him to complete me
Written in the stars as we soar to the fate of our destiny
The Heavens hears my echoing weakening pleads
With each branding sensation within my Chi, felt
Linking my legs around the virility of his temple, Oh God this man makes me softly melt
In the web of pleasure my passion to find, his rapture I seek
Beyond the stars, he crowns me at the zenith of my trickling peak
Crying out his name
His mouth converting mine, as he dips in and out my surrendering rain
Clenching him tighter, his soul joining mine in pools of ecstasy
Inside my sweeten sugar cane, his streams fills me
A crime of passion resonances its reminisce
Euphoric we fall from the heights of Nirvana’s bliss
Breathless, our bodies mirroring the reflection of good loving we’ve made
This sultry Queen of heart, conceding to a King of Spade
My compassion he draws in, I rest it upon his chest
Contentment as we become the masterpiece … mmm… who loves you best
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