nights in havana

its friday and my watch reads 8:20,

thinking about your sweet apricot lips and skin tasting like honey,

ive waited a long week just to see my bae, let me cook for you, soothe you, tell me about your day,

i am your man you're my woman, throw me your desires, please fire at will,

its all yours, I promise dont stop till youve had your fill,

my modest queen, how ive missed you so,

admiring how the warm orange sunset gives you a sexy glow..

making love until the night shines blue,

without hesitation I cater to you,'

the unparallelled extasy you provide,

is perfect and in every way divine,

and the greatest feeling comes from hearing you say,..

"youre mine"

 

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