(Credits to Owoeye Temitope and Tola Adegbite for their
contributions)
(Verse 1)
I could make you think without a blink
Force your mind to explore a thousand miles
Lead you into valleys and mountains rough and hollow
Swim you along the tides and currents of eccentric passion
Paddle your femininity till you are moist without motion
Make you lose saintly sanity without a thorough thought
(Verse 2)
I could be lost in the warmth of your thighs
To sink you into depth of feelings with my fingers
With soft touches and sweet kisses running over your fluffy hips
Take you high and low till your soul whispers
Blow you warm and hot, however you want
Finding and caressing each spot as my fingers dive
(Verse 3)
I could make you scream and moan
Make your face gleam and glow
Take you steadily and gently as Volkswagen Bug
Or run you swiftly and oddly as a Bugatti Veyron
Without the brakes, not minding what the race takes
Forgetting the red LEDs, turning on the green lights
(Verse 4)
I could make love to you- above and beneath
Make tender love that steals away your breath
Pull and push in every twist and turn without retreat
Come in till I cum with warm breath for two as one
Strike it hard like a military weapon
Until we have passed the four Seasons of pleasure
(Never Judge a Poet by His Imagination)
contributions)
(Verse 1)
I could make you think without a blink
Force your mind to explore a thousand miles
Lead you into valleys and mountains rough and hollow
Swim you along the tides and currents of eccentric passion
Paddle your femininity till you are moist without motion
Make you lose saintly sanity without a thorough thought
(Verse 2)
I could be lost in the warmth of your thighs
To sink you into depth of feelings with my fingers
With soft touches and sweet kisses running over your fluffy hips
Take you high and low till your soul whispers
Blow you warm and hot, however you want
Finding and caressing each spot as my fingers dive
(Verse 3)
I could make you scream and moan
Make your face gleam and glow
Take you steadily and gently as Volkswagen Bug
Or run you swiftly and oddly as a Bugatti Veyron
Without the brakes, not minding what the race takes
Forgetting the red LEDs, turning on the green lights
(Verse 4)
I could make love to you- above and beneath
Make tender love that steals away your breath
Pull and push in every twist and turn without retreat
Come in till I cum with warm breath for two as one
Strike it hard like a military weapon
Until we have passed the four Seasons of pleasure
(Never Judge a Poet by His Imagination)
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