twiddlin thumbs breakin rotation on the sights of u... ain't much goin on til u come close enough to me comin unglued... hands on fingerin ur skin for the feel of the intensity comin to life... flowin with the adrenaline as u invade the thought process infiltratin my mind... comin out to play is all the things thought up when we ain't together... regainin consciousness to go at it again rollin around on either side of the covers... callin out who's comin first unable to continue for the way it feels... damn skippy, get it girl... lemme hear u come from ur inner world... my hands ain't been in luv with curves in quite some time... i think i might be incomin around to keepin u in my life... as air evades the space in between us... somehow clingin to the texture wet n sweatin comin undone... i get lost at the visual display in which way u appear... n from the looks of u i luv to interfere... gettin caught up in ya mix n gettin at life... on a physical note from me to u i'm turned the fuck on... so on to u i'm comin on...
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