Lust

Let me be your Mona Lisa masterpiece
Paint each stroke with caution as to not go out of my inner regions  
You have a body frame molded after the statue of David  
Your manhood is in my hands and at my disposal to  squeeze and canoodle  
My body is the easel and you are the artist  
Maybe you would like to use your tongue instead of a paintbrush for this  
   
The desire to be inside each other's nude bodies is like an invitation to a private party I can't miss  
Alot of  champagne for me papi and I guarantee that things will get naughty  
We are each other's own art, so let's plaster each other in our own erotic exhibit  
They say life's a game of chess  
Well baby my breasts are here to rub against you, like bread on butter  
They try to shun our love and mark us with scarlet letters  
Being freaky is fun, hey let's make a mess on these dressers  
   
Fantasies and desires are reaching the edge of a climax  
They try to see us, but they need better vision    
So here pop on these contacts  
Hair flowing down my back    
Passion is evident, so come sweat me out, like it's Field and track  
Daddy like a class course it's time to teach me a lesson  
Pressure points are silently breaking, oohhh I'm bound to busting  
Love me till the world stops spinning  
Love me till my body starts limping  
Not a single sound or whimper  
Only you can love me so soft and tender