My love, would it be crazy if I just wanna kiss all of your lips, fill my appetite burning within my soul and heart? Tease your tongue, on down to your nipples, on down to the core of your being?
My love, would it be crazy of me, to put down these verses, as foreplay? The movements in your hips, the moans to where I'm hitting that spot, like I'm turning on this mic, to recite. Undressing you, like I'm undressing these lines, with the only intent is not to hear boos, only snaps of poetry, blowing our minds like blunts, O my love, don't look at me side eyes, when I'm only asking what I can put on wax, to express myself.
Such a sucka for just thinking this, but the pen's in my hand, and the beat is bumping, why not express my tendency to wanna kiss every inch, feel every curve, like a natural high, wild and potent as your love. Sounds crazy I know, but being with you, is what inspires this verse, so what you say, my love? R U down or what?"
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