I'll play your game of pressure, your gestures' my lecture, lesser only proves nothing's tender, remember I'm the student, you're professor, times are hoping we fly steep to die deep, wide ***** when my eyes open and mind sleep, some creep to peep the pleasure instant with no resistance, but I must listen to keep it sizzling, persist existence, here comes the vision with slick precision, I know I'm getting, this women's wisdom has me forgiving cause she got rhythm, although it's plain, this is a game men never win, cause when they're close, they catch a dose of hoes sins, so I begin to celebrate and guess her fate, she makes or breaks my gate when she participates.