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Stimulation

What is it that makes us want an individual based on color of eyes
The color or texture of hair, eliminating all questions of why
I don't know her name but want to slide between her thighs
The shape of her hips is only complimented by the shape of her thighs

I hung onto her every last word bathing in the sound
Sound traveling through me faster giving my heart a pound
Beaten to a pulp, to show it that love doesn't reside in looks
Then taught other things to expect that have nothing to do with looks

Hahaha, you're stepping to me closer, you want to see how I look
You want to hear my voice on the telephone to see if I sound like a crook
Yes Baby Girl, fucking step in closer to me
Sign yourself up for this mission, fucking be all that you can be

I can listen to you spit that shit all night long
Walking around in booty shorts, after removing your thong
You know that I'm not much of a talker so you keep going on
Telling me about your day as we hit our bong

With deep conversations finger fucking each other's mind
About our past, our aspirations, learning each other's lines
Propped up on the couch getting your tootsies massage
Your word painting a mental image bordering a mirage

My eyes trail up to where your thighs connect
There a lip poking out of your shorts that I decide to inspect
All of this deep conversation having nothing to do with hair or eyes
Has stimulated both body and mind, setting the stage for what's next to rise
I_IS_ME
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