OP

You fondled thoughts of me in mind scope

Yr fingers tiptoe 2 pleasures

Kindly

Sweetly

Gently kissing my juices

Setting me afire

Captured by yr desire

Conjured up some sort of wicked voodoo

I was caught inside yr web unable to escape yr embrace

You held me carefully placing my body on the bed of my familiar

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band is playing instrumentals

All in my head

"Cherchez La Femme"

You hear the music

Shall we dance

You are a cool breeze blowing

I feel the chill

Through the skin into my soul

We are beyond Soul Train

Shall we summon the Orishas

Inhaled fragrant incense of a "Love Supreme"

Giving you sweet marmalade meat between brown thighs

Pulling apart legs throwing them towards the night sky

Over shoulders

Around yr back however which way

They seem to fit perfectly

Manipulating my assets

Playing pitty pat on my back

You finally got to kiss these lips

Huggy bear my hips

Suck a mouth full of titty

"Sure nuff"

We continue baby love talk

"I wanna love you 2 yr bones"

Now that's a serious Jones


(c) 2006