If I ain't the fantasy that lingers behind those eyes... Steps will keep u moving to find who it is u have in ur hidden mind... Don't let me bite n I won't climb aboard the choo-choo locomotive... Ain't nothin worse than opening the memory banks in the opposite way when u get to rollin... Keep it real n allow time to be enjoyed n see where it goes... Knowin it's a play date with very lil emotion as it be more sexual for the fun of it as fingers roam... Taken the distance of sensual tendencies felt n met as bodies meet... Having a side dish of a friend to do a lil something with waiting on our dreams... Enjoying a lil shade kickin it til nights pull up at home where we live alone... Solo in different positions in life payin our owns bills as we return home... Gettin to what we do in a daily jus to hit the line talkin about I need some... Hearing tones spit shit like how far through the house are u willin to run.?. Playful to the finest details jus to have a piece of the pie... Bcuz if it isn't all in, were jus wasting time... Contradicting what the opening presentation was that spoke into one ear n right out the other floating in thoughts wanting to come alive... N u know I'm right... As honesty is mentioned in a way I could personally use someone, a lil something jus like u... Hold out if u must bcuz it's ur loss n lack of pleasure that insists on the empty wonder of use... Or flow with the imagination that leaks from that sensitivity down there in between ur legs... I believe u need someone like me as that one person to break u the fuck off on a reg...
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