I stare into your eyes and get hypontize,
and kiss you and you dont stop me, like i have told you no lies.
Aggressively I grab your womanly features;
and you close your eyes, even though I'm behaving like a creature.
Your heart speed up, even as you relax in my arms,
cause I'm bout lick, kiss, nibble, & bite without causing any ****** harm.
I've waited all day for an audience so I can preform.
Your body is a symphony and I the conductor,
so SHHHHHHH.... and let me conduct.
This is more complex than Beethoven or Mozart,
YOU are here.......... so you've done your part.
I have several conductor's baton like my tongue, fingers, lips for example;
kiss to the back of neck nice and slow and rubbing on your breast is a sample.
Your breathe getting heavy and body starting to get tense.
The air in the room is getting thick, it's starting to condense.
I grab your hand to let you know you're in good hands.
OUR phones are off, the door is locked, and there are no other plans.
I carry you to the bed still locked in on my work.
I start with ur shoes....and end with your skirt.
I take your ******* off with my teeth;
and admire at the prize thats lies beneath.
This number going to be tricky; I'm so anxious, but I know I have to take my time.
Kissing on your feet, nibbling on your calves, licking on your thighs; in the lower 48 this has to be a crime.
I feel you arching your back and grabbing the sheets; with "Seem Like You Ready!", playing in the background.
I have my face between you thighs like a blood hound.
You moan from sheer pleasure and you tell me to,"STOP, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"
I give you a devilish smile and continue to conduct, til you to escape and end up on the floor.
I get up and proceed to the door, i look back and wink;
We both know that we are 1 cause we have that perfect link.