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Possibilities......

As I watch your soul say yes to me....
You open my heart to possibilities
of what could be ...
happening between us...and "we"

As images of you move vividly like
silk over smooth skin...you gotta be
my soul twin, I mean.... to me it's evident

Cause some how my thoughts get bent... like light
shining through crystal....Baby you make me feel
Rainbows....from  my head down to my toes

Oh.... you make me feel so ........ free
got butterflies of every hue dancing around inside of me

I can see the Possibilities of emotion
as I envision placing torrid kisses upon your chest
reading your soul through your flesh
as our bodies mesh....
and I whisper in your ear ( before I suck it)
"Baby, this is as good as it gets"
Can you see....
the Possibilities of our union
like the Four Tops or The Manhattans..
You got my soul croonin to....
what's happening between me and you

As we telepathiclly communicate...
I'm pressed against your body in my mind
As I mentally demonstrate...
how I'm going to  help you to unwind
Relax Papi...cause I'm gonna take my time.

I'm gonna take my time to
discover all the possible ways
I can spend my night and days
Giving you physical and mental foreplay

Baby.....can you feel my lips...grip
your tip....as I smile ( from deep on the inside)
I can see that soon .... you will submit.

As I see you starting to rise...and rise...
Then drip...I feel your need become instant "brick"
as your eyes beg me to please lick it....baby...
Please.....

Can you see the Possibilities ...
Of  how our passion could soon
scorch and sizzle everything in the room
that's why I need you with me soon...
as if a 4 alarm fire was ablaze...
Damn Baby... you got me floatin in
a Purple Haze.... of emotion
As I.....dive deep into your oceans

So open up your mind and see
how well we ebb and flow
as I vibrate to your bass
and you melt into my mezzo alto....
Could we possibly create a symphony
of thoughts minds and hearts moving
in harmony...
Thick... and rich like grits or hominy
So let me be 'yo butter" baby
You be the biscuit and I'll be the gravy
and I know I'll be your favorite meal...
once you taste me...
Can you picture....all
the possibilities...
of you and me...
deep in your dreams...

You make me feel .......soooo... free.
Written by Firebyrd
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