dream girl
Baby girl ill show u some love making that'll get you addicted to me like I was nicotine.
You’re my queen Ur my feen.
Let me please u in many ways that can make u moan gasp and scream.
I’ll tell you this once 50 shades of grey is like a preview for the things you’re about to see.
Leaving you bursting thirsting for more.
Open hearts baby on some Belizean floors.
Lay u down in my bed as I put u under.
It’s not Australia baby but I’ll still take this long trip to the land down under.
First well sashay across the bays of the Euphrates River then ill glide gently over on and across the tips of the Himalayas.
It’s here at this point the turbulence makes u say uhhh...sense memory ill store that for later...no teasers baby if I start I’m clearing the table...
I won’t stop till the times you come add up to the bullets I’m my gun...get that no pun...
Let’s sail across the mighty Mississippi and let my hand cross the mighty miss I tippy...
Let my tongue glide on the tips of your breast...
As my back u scratch scrape and caress....
Let me give you things most girls can only dream of...
Backwards eagle open fly the Falcon clove...those are some moves I came up with on my own and trust I don't fuck nor fuck hard I make hard core love...
I pump red blood as I shred doves...
If you get that then ur ready for all the things that lye dormant in my heart like a caged animal.
Let me please you in too many ways that you can’t even keep count.
Let me leave you speechless.
Tongue on Ur tongue u get the clip.
From the nape to the v line and past ill like it all except that ass.
Your legs I firmly grasp as I flip you over on the mattress and go matrix on that ass.
Let me please u in ways no unit of measurement can measure let me please u not tease u in ways so afterwards you couldn't even speak of it.
Let me leave you speechless.
You've fucked before but u still yet to have sex...
So let’s make love from 9 till dawn start in that tub full of rose petals I told you all I ’ma do to you baby you already know what's next.
The only thing u have to do is stand up and ask to be my last and my next
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