The fit...

Tell me what it really is... Lets hear that raw intent... Lips ain't shit if they can't do more than taste ur fix... Swappin spit n slippin in on the mix of a kiss... Grindin with the movement of ya hips... No fuckin hints... Jus come with it n mean that shit... Don't fear what could insist that the feel exists... What's ur imagination depict.?. Where's ur thoughts live when they dig the fuck in.?. Ain't nothin better than emotion if u can learn to give... So, who's face is it in which u wanna sit... There's no need to lie about the way u want the flava of ya sip to drip... The way u rotate as ur body shifts... Say it like u truly feel how it opens u up with a rip... Goin tips in reachin for ya ribs... Splashin with laps tickled with licks... Who do u wanna grab in ya grips... Balled hands tightly squeezed into fists... With mits on skin for who do u wish.... As self as the gift... Speak or the flame will singe with a fizz... As the sizzle gets by ya not knowin they've been missed...