𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭

Baby I need you

The way my body clings to

The rhythm of your voice

It’s like I have no choice

But to pay attention

Closely listen

To the tone and diction

My body predicting

Your intention

As my temperature has risen

To the highest altitude

Body feeling kinda rude

Passionately

He’s left a bruise

Compelled I can’t refuse

Screaming so loud

The vibration blew a fuse

So use your tongue to untwist me

Arms to uplift me

Eyes to lure and tempt me

Private part for my fixing