Let me be that late night creeper.
When you need someone to freak you,
Let me be the one you hit on the beeber.
I'll break you off with no hesitating.
Before I even make it home,
you'll be calling me on the cell phone,
telling me how you can't stop shaking.
The next day you'll probably listen to my voicemail,
contemplating,
while masturbating,
anticipating my next visitation.
When I finally make it, you'll be layin' in the
bed butt naked waiting.
I'll start by speeding up the beat of my heart,
by lying my face in your soft.
Letting the tip of my nose tickle you personal place, as all my tongue
work your split.
I guarantee that not one drip would escape these lips.
You wouldn't convince me,
until you have released the curl in your toes,
and I am able to feel the shutter of your bones,
and your moans and groans have turned to screaming.
By then for sure, I'd know you're creaming.
I would be able to tell I got your body heated,
by the sweat rolling from your neck and breast,
teasing down to the wet bed between your legs from the nectar
of sex.
DAMN BABY!
That wasn't nothing but foreplay.
Would you be ready for whats next?
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