What is it about the sweet nectar of my lips between my cinnamon glazed brown hips. I can't tell, but damn.....it casts a spell. If I had a dollar for all those, who just wanted a taste. I'd be on some Island, in a disillusioned place. I can't entertain the suitors, for my capture is up to be won. I'm far from what you may assume, that's why my love can't be undone. They may try to move on, but their heart remains wit me. I don't mind, it's nothing....it's entrusted, lock and key. I know I'm the shit, you say "The best you ever had." I'm that down ass Haitian chick, wit that Mac lip glass in the bag. My skin is soo soft. You get lost in my eyes. Trace across my hips and collapse in my thighs. You can lay beside me, an not make a move, but your heart an your mind is something I'll soothe. I'll kiss your temple an massage your back. Whatever you want.... Yeap, it's like that! You'll do what I like, an whateva I say. Cuz you ain't know shyt, till you have it
MY way.
Lemmie go to bed! lol If I wrote all my thoughts it might leave you restless......
3 comments:
lol. u arecto funny i like when u get like this
omg you just gave me a semi... lol... i dont knwo what is is about that special place between those hips that makes my mouth attract to it like a magnet...
You got the other dudes open and I'm hoping your not open like a buffet. I hope ur not feeding the needy like it's a soup kitchen and that if they are eating, you making sure they are cleaning they dishes. But my first impression leads me to believe that your more like exotic cuisine, something that you need an acquired taste to try...Right?
King SWAG!
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