talking with this prettying girl,
we are just walking --
down this new york block, we just talking
pretty **** thing, high heels, white skirt - black stockings
nice eyes,
thick thighs,
amazing lips,
the perfect smile -- of all things.
she was a flirt ,
kept licking her lips,  as we were talking
but it was much to my delight - I'm not complaining
it was midnight,
in the middle of the park,
a fullmoon, so the scene is candle light dark
stars glistening off her eyes,
each touch of our lips, ended with a spark.
the taste of her lips, was my favorite part.
her skirt -- fitted so tight,
as I clung to her hips
the body contact, felt so electric
the attraction so strong,
pulling me in - like a magnet
she couldn't be more perfect
this night -- out of this world
we are on our own planet.