Sit on the chair, while I bury my face in thee
How do I not nod to your passionate body
Your warmth, your touch, your enchantment
Your love, your lips, your hips, rubbing my clit
How could I possibly say this is not magic
How! Tell me now! How!
Feed me, the water in your pussy
Teach me not, how to satisfy your clinging nipples
Your bosom only bestowed to the wants of my saliva
I want to make you scream, as I bite your savory labia
How can I possibly say this is not an enchantment
How! Tell me now! How!
I want to make your night sensual
I want to make you forget your troubles
I want you to shout my name in pleasure
My middle finger in you,/my index finger rubbing you downward
I want you not, to let me know that I should go slow, slower, and then, suddenly faster.
I want you to not teach me that I should slide my tongue in your ears as I whisper that I'm the only one for you.
I want you to not teach me that I have to walk my hands around your stomach, your thighs, and then back to your wet pussy.
How can I possibly say this is not an erotic madness!
How! Tell me now! How
Inhale, exhale! Hold on to the rush I want to make you feel, as I speak of how sweet you're to your ears
I want you to not teach me that by now, you should feel so lightheaded.
I want you to shudder, just at the touch of me
I want you to swallow all of me
How can I possibly say this feeling is not divine
How! Tell me now! How