Your touch tastes sweeter than music
Your swag, drips sexy all over the place
Your hands belong on my thighs
Your lips move about, hotter than thunder
The thought of you, a craving mimicking a rumble
Dancing about within me
The flicker of my flame
From the candle that burns beside my bed
As I sit here & write about you
Sniper of my common sense
Archery must be your trickery
Something shot me like a bullet
You pulled the trigger when I wasn't looking
Now I'm floatin on the river that rest within the baritone
of the voice mail I press one to repeat.
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