I'm sick and the cure is somewhere by your thighs Or what lies in your eyes When I get stricken by your pupils My eyes don't lie I'm gazing in a area where I know it's amazing The imprint Makes my jaws clinch That tingling feeling penetrates my mouth There's a puddle underneath my tongue Hold up let me take care of that (Gulp) Yeah the imprint And the tight denim that fit it Shorts that's well lifted Thighs are real gifted Glazed and smooth (Oops a drool) Back to the thighs The tender side Right in the middle Right before the gristle Can you see the imprint of my missile? Not all the way stiffened , but the pre still sort of drizzle I try my best to hide it As I think of how you can ride it Ride it Ride it Ride it Rising Rising Rising OH I CAN'T NEVERMIND IT Let me think of sports Instead of ******* (Ok ima try it again) Ok that space I don't know if it's declared as your waist But under your navel above your laced Spell my name with my tongue, scribble over it , erase Indent a few times And skip to the next line Extra credit a perfect heading I can give it to you just right What? MLA or APA format? I can turn the page The page Your back page tacked upwards in the air Takes my breath away It's a work of art A mural so well put together and separated at the same time With a dark tunnel of sensation smack dab in the middle The best part of that collage is how you're looking back at me for confirmation And I just draw your attention to the opening of your tunnel Kind of crafty how you shake while I'm in place You have more definition than the 3rd Your silhouette makes me figure that you shape my life Your sketch draw the line between real and fake Your art is too curvaceous for any 'ol man hand's to trace Your art is just so fine and liberal Your touch is just so sensual and Midas Your feeling is more like warm apple cider breaking through my cold body Your taste reminds me of cinnamon or fudge And when your milk drips I hate for it to miss my lips I miss those lips I wish that it was a button that I can click that don't stiffen my wrist to stimulate that ******* I don't need a GPS to locate my CVS Give it to me I'm in symphony Them old fashion home remedies