A.D.I.D.A.S (The Curse)

Her pencil skirt began to write thoughts about her ass in my brain
In…………………….sane
Fantasies about her riding my face is so hard to explain
Good Morning Allure
The things that her lips alone can conjure
I’m sure
It’s just the wake of the day and I’ll want her out that haute couture
You see she doesn’t have to have it by noon it will have escaped her mind
I’d been and toss thoughts about a deep grind
and afterwards wanting cold water and a recline
Encore!!! Encore!!!! We should definitely rewind
Addicted to the thick thighs and hazel in her brown eyes
A constant reminder to withdraw her pink panties while ignoring everything it defies
Seems like a long shot and a far cry
To get her to ride me home until she drips dry
Flashing noirs of her getting wet
Memoirs of her bra set
Playing back records of her joyous tones
Channeling my movement against her glorious moans
Would you believe?
She spoke of something so arcane
While I dream about this sex all day
She breaks the news that she wants to abstain