The fantasies of love; I fancy myself a glove— holding onto old befores, and wearing out the test of time
A girl I would proudly call mine Bribe my way into making a memory my bride; two seductions of the tied ties, sleeping together at the odds night And to wake up with a reasonable excuse to be tired
But I've tried to be like a peck of flightless birds— no reason to fly south like the rest. As I encouraged her to rest under my wing, upon my smothered talk in her *******
Two crushing walls on my face in between thighs, and her ****** being a tall tower close to rise But I despise the extra seconds it takes to build up her high. And why like vampires ****, is because they don't use much of their tongue
But by the batting of her eyes, she is close to come, to a point of returning a tip of this favourable fun
My tongue be rubbing all over your ****, Then the rest of that ***** I kiss, That morning bliss, I wanna lick on her until she ****, Where you going don't you run, Your juices is what I want, I wanna feel you and taste you, Breakfast,lunch,dinner and dessert. You're the only thing I have a appetite for, You got the recipe for whatever I need, No need to beg nor plead, But you're the only thing I wanna eat, My favorite thing to eat and please is you.
SHE GOT THE RECIPE FOR WHAT'S GOOD. FAVORITE THING TO EAT.