The first time I saw a woman body It was a delicate sweet flower The ******* were perky and stuff It was a sensual brew that sooth There is a miracle in a woman touch It's the sign of her reflection to mine
The first dream I had was with her It was a taboo, a secretive rendezvous Her lips were swollen with hasty lust I was in her list and she followed She swallowed her pride to touch me I run for the fear of misjudgement
The first scream I had was with her It was when I stopped my soul to want To eat that fruit that wasn't masculine To bathe in the summer fest and rivers She crawled her nails, a scratch on me She craved my source to hold her own
That was long ago, yet there is a wish A call to taste her strawy honeyed set To kiss her toes and finger her moles Would she be part of a 3rd wheeler? Rotate her hips as he ropes the pole Whilst the other controls the rythym