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Throughout The Night
oh Baby, Baby…let me feel you
I want you to know what’s true,
feel the presence of the real me,
in the presence of others, you’ll see!
all your lovers, are my brothers,
the you I have was never theirs,
the pipe, the smoke and the tears,
for the passionate love that your heart bears!
For years it was never plucked,
waiting for the right swipe to be touched,
the gift of desire that’s not easily brushed,
that rush of passion that’s waiting to be crushed!
you’re the shrine that none has entered in,
by no means it’s a situation that no one rushed in,
your loving kindness by no means it’s a sin,
I’m a pilgrim, in your temple, experiencing you from within!
the weariness of those sexy men,
once all three of them, baby, amen!
it’s not a mocking moment, so let me pen,
and in your heart, this love will simply cement!
for every curve of you, i shall romance,
the weariness of you, I shall sexily dance,
shake that booty, like you’re in a trance,
squirm that body, like orgasms has no fucking chance!
the touch of you, it’s that fragrance,
the scent of you, it’s that wild torment,
that spot in you, sets you off like a
turbulence,
believe me, it all happened as its beautifully meant!
with it, it’s your beauty and the faultless grace
your dark body, darling, is a lovers place.
with it, I’d yield to passion's swift demand,
let multiple of lovers touch you with their loving hands!
and in the pangs of amorous delight,
I hear strange voices that you call, were out of sight,
the excitement that went on and on beyond twilight,
baby, it was just me, pleasuring you, throughout the night!
I want you to know what’s true,
feel the presence of the real me,
in the presence of others, you’ll see!
all your lovers, are my brothers,
the you I have was never theirs,
the pipe, the smoke and the tears,
for the passionate love that your heart bears!
For years it was never plucked,
waiting for the right swipe to be touched,
the gift of desire that’s not easily brushed,
that rush of passion that’s waiting to be crushed!
you’re the shrine that none has entered in,
by no means it’s a situation that no one rushed in,
your loving kindness by no means it’s a sin,
I’m a pilgrim, in your temple, experiencing you from within!
the weariness of those sexy men,
once all three of them, baby, amen!
it’s not a mocking moment, so let me pen,
and in your heart, this love will simply cement!
for every curve of you, i shall romance,
the weariness of you, I shall sexily dance,
shake that booty, like you’re in a trance,
squirm that body, like orgasms has no fucking chance!
the touch of you, it’s that fragrance,
the scent of you, it’s that wild torment,
that spot in you, sets you off like a
turbulence,
believe me, it all happened as its beautifully meant!
with it, it’s your beauty and the faultless grace
your dark body, darling, is a lovers place.
with it, I’d yield to passion's swift demand,
let multiple of lovers touch you with their loving hands!
and in the pangs of amorous delight,
I hear strange voices that you call, were out of sight,
the excitement that went on and on beyond twilight,
baby, it was just me, pleasuring you, throughout the night!
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