With the same lips I told you how badly I love you, I smoke, every cig from this box, 'till their smelly and warm tips, So with 'em trembling, I prepare To say today is my day, but I hope you have a long and jollyful life;
she was your wife she misses you she doesn't want to just be the smoke from your lungs escaping into the winter air but what i fear is that im the cigarette that you bring to your lips then toss out the window when you're finished.
I feel it in the tenderness in your expression, when you call me baby over the phone. I feel the charm of your masculinity. Something deep inside of you transfers esoterically inside my soul. I want you to get deeper into our merger. I want to be your dream come true. I want to cradle myself next to you; a blanket on the floor, a pillow on the bed, a tent in a back field in the middle of the night. it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as I lay next to my man.
I will be happy, I will be whole. I like it when you call me baby, I am fully aware that I am yours. I am dedicated to my African King, and I know that you are devoted to me. When you call me baby, I know you mean it. You arouse a fireside of warmth inside my wet harbor, and when you call me baby, you make me feel like Black Beauty! I feel the sensations of your heartbeat, jiving to music that only we can hear..
You make me melt like heat to ice, when you touch my lips, and kiss me goodnight. I feel exclusively special when you call me your Lady! I can’t help but hold a torch for you. I like it when you call me baby, it makes me feel rather profound for you. When you call me baby over the phone, I want to add your sentiment as my preferred ringtone.