My Goddess
If I texted you at 10 and you replied by 11 saying you'll keep that thang tight
I could make your flower bloom by midnight, and everything would be alright
Or is it safe to assume, that we simply consumed in our infatuation for fornication, how I love to leave you short of breath, nuzzle my head between your breast, give you my best, until next time you send that "come over, I wanna see you" text
I know you done heard alot of lies, and saw way too many games played, that's why you won't let me get close to you, but I noticed you lacked nutrition and have a good head on your shoulders the reason why you always swallow too
If you let me I can bring you the scenic view, elle est beau
I might have found a jewel, a diamond in the rough
Let your guard down, this ain't cuffing season more of a love agreement, physical touch is your love language, let go of your anguish and resentment
For you are more my than my temptation, your my vindication of wants and desires
God bless my goddess with the voice of songtress, in short I want you and nothing less
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