Tend to turn into hippie when I'm spaced out,
More of love on spreading her than spreading love,
Reminiscing nights when she moaned till the AM; didn't fancy outs,
Eyes so low, bloodshot, itsy drunk,
god damn! still sprung!
Wall to wall, from the bed to the carpet, to the dresser,
My skin to her skin like that Prada I dressed her,
Tagging on long Red hair, her fore spread her ass and the other pulled me closer,
Ripping the leggins on her thick goosebumbed thighs,
All hot & steaming, oh so high,
Disliking the missionary, nothing to do religion,
Going down, She twist and turns like I'm performing exorsim,
9mm of nail is dug on my upper back,
Her neck; caramel or hazelnut as I bite & suck,
Kamasutra; Not rubbers but technique,
She rams my back to the wall,
Hand jobs as her tongue settled on my balls,
Memories when I played Dracula,
Inspect her like a gyna,
Use the tip of my index as a stethoscope;
Listen to her heartbeat through her erect nipple,
My tongue the thermometer to oraly check her temperature,
Suck her juices like Adam with the forbidden fruit,
Thoughts of my motive which was rather sinful,
Nineteen with nothing but the tightest pussy stuck on my mental,
Who knows, maybe I will end up wifing her,
Love or lust, regardless we'll fuck cause the trife in us,
It's deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb,
Its never muted, in fact it's much louder where we from,
Thought of it as Love maybe the love for Lust and well
Always in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Enthused by the touch of a woman she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn star "with the stamina of a grown moose"
Aleast that's what she said before she called me god,
Her body is my canvas,
I guess that's why they call me Picasso
Wet Silk beddings in the morning,
Blowing smoke we Do it Again no time for yawning
