Diggin...

What of that lil bit of luv that kinks in the spine... What of it... Who's to say the missin link like a set of hands to comfort u isn't on my mind... What of the thoughts I keep hidden on the other end of the tip u see as my tongue releasin only pieces of how my head gets lost on u the way u ride my rhymes... What of us... One of us... One as us... What is us... Are we lit climbin climaxes showin the fragments unseen by the light of day... Feelin the freak unleashed suckin in the way we say each other's name... What of the emotion that comes forth to play its roll opened up... Pluggin in to the way ur curves can bend doin a lil thingy called a sexy fuck... Touchy feely free of the what, of even the connection flows a stroke... To fuckin explicit for anything less than what's real n in the moment to live... What of the bouncin of lips that isn't jus in the motion of a kiss... What of the tone in which u come alive temptin me with ur vocal lusts spoken... Of what... Oh what... Who's what here if natural intent cannot breathe with the content of desire rippin loose... Moanin the way I do with u the way u do for me... Diggin in to the depths of the tingle goin past the limits of cummin at will whisperin needs... What of the selfishness of us in an uncontrolled settin naked n bared... Unable to share... Unwillin to tap first... What of truths in words... Where u get slurped up... Flipped over n goin in slow until our skin is flush... What of the devotion of pleasure the brings the best of two worlds together... Talkin about forever... What of the unspoken use... Wouldn't it be cool...