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Talk...Written By: Kelli Elaine?


Run your fingers through my soul Is that your game, is that your goal Undress my thoughts Finger my emotions Allow me to stroke your imagination Mental masturbation Eat my wet words Can you hear me I need to be heard Sit up straight, an erection I'm seeking to make a love connection Kiss me with confidence Spill your fluids let's reflect Press your thoughts into my desires That's it, baby, stroke the fire Don't be shy with your vocabulary It's what I need, the shit is necessary Allow me to caress your dictionary I'm a virgin to the mic, pop tha cherry Take me, mold me, make me yours Be original with your words, whisper softly in my ear Yea, that's it, that's that shit I want to hear Let go of your fears Be brave be bold I hear you're great, that's what I've been told Play my song Watch as I slowly strip It's all for you Once you get going, damn you go We put on one helluva show Hope they never end our song This is gonna take us all night long Don't blink Keep your eyes only on me For your eyes only This is something you want to see Speak to me baby Until I can't take no more You have me mesmerized Your literary whore Expose me, my truth Strip me bare It's necessary that only the truth be told I hang onto your every word don't feed me bullshit if what you're saying is what I've already heard It holds no value Just empty words........
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