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THIS AIN'T WHAT YOU WANT? (Black Coffee Dreams........)

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�.maybe a little too fresh, just a little too clean.
Perhaps the mark of a psychopath, maybe even a sex fiend �
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(not quite to that end) but let me spin that one again.... �
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Black Coffee Dreams... �
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�.bittersweet, hangin' like stars across a midnight sky �
beneath the darkness, �he be �croc-style�, �loc'd wild� �
turn it on a dime.......think I'm not your style? �Maybe you're �
just a bit too kind as I put one more thing on your mind �
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Neither young nor old �
soft touch or bullet-proof soul �
Ol' autumn just might roll up on ur �
sweet, summer heat (....please don't miss me wit dat beat....) �
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�.can I scratch that intellectual itching �
from the crown of your head to the soles of �
your wet, sultry feet? � �
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(panoramic musings of the waters that she treads so deep) �
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Maybe �
she has met her match �
there is no �wood� that �
my fire can't catch (let it burn.....) �
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so open the door �
drop the panties �
and straddle up my lap �
ticking like time �
out of mind �
I too, fixated on the grind �
rolling deep in her �hallow� �
making that ass �clap� � �
mental masturbation ('bout to bust dat nutt�) �
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WHAT???? �
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I'll spin the wheel, and you spit the verse �
the universe vibing our �flow� �
unscripted, unrehearsed �
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spreading wide those thick chocolate thighs �
creamy like Jello Pudding �squirt that P&J all up in my eyes� �
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repositioning........ � �
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so that I can lick that �sleepy hollow� �
spraying your waters all over my lips �
giving me every sin-sual drop that I can dare to swallow �
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my sweet sin-tu-lectual brazen black cat �
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�� If you smoke �
�� I got the haze �
�� And if you're hungry, girl I got filets� �
I 'd say we can have it like that �
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Two kindred souls straddlin' the same line �
speaking of a divine sacrilege �
�Pressure� up on that grind........ �
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�...now who's got whose mind?