All For Her Pleasure
So put me in that erogenous classification that brings upon itself a natural high and one deep sigh as a lifeless tear crawls from one eye, after the most severe sexual pleasure. Shattering all barriers in baby maker weathers, making you feel like a second time virgin from the pressure of dispersing your soul’s treasure, while conversing to your spirit; you receiving that ultimate orgasm of endearment is something that can never be measured.
Baby, I want to give you an overdose that enhances your sensuality and will bequeath you in the sanctity of your own mind, just lost in the cosmos that absolutely abandons your entire body in a lifeless and comatose state. Let me rape you of your divine consciousness and profound innocence to leave you like putty in my hand or a cadaver, just zoned out from this intense love we make.
Using R. Kelly’s 12 play tape, I know all the Karma Sutra positions for the deepest penetration that forces that anxiety attack that creates shivers and eruptions and a total breakdown of the metaphysical bodily functions. Is it so wrong for me to want to aim to seek to please you? Baby, I don’t require any instructions, so there’s no point in rushing.
First, we can start in the missionary position cause it’s my decision to proceed with my ambitious incisions of body collisions before the first intermissions. Then, you can get on top so you can do-op and drop and control the angles that get you hot, feeling it your stomach popping against your twat in your g-spot, so we can regain any spot that’s not hot and missing.
But now I really need you to listen. Lay on your back and trust me, just close your eyes. Like Adam in the biblical sense I want to taste the forbidden fruit and nectar that lies in between your hips and thighs.
I’m a true visionary on this. I want to leave you with a true memory to sit back and just reminisce this. I want to lay you on a platter and drown you with syrup and sop you up with two biscuits.
Now don’t miss this. This is that good shit that assists a linguist from speaking cool crisp lyrics into stuttering bullshit and gibberish. I want to risk this risky business and never quit this in a six sense that makes your toes curl as I kiss this.
So don’t dismiss this devilish wish that makes you twist this and that in bliss as I whisk this and that fist of an abyss that sits in a vertical slit in between your legs like clitoris catfish or a gourmet dish in parenthesis.
Enticing me to be like a grimacing Denis the menace silencing your snakes hiss like this “issl ooh the shhhit!” Allowing my serpented tongue to wedge itself slower in between the crevasses of your lower bottomless pit and letting the juices drip a lil’ bit like an old leaky faucet that won’t quit from the slit of the clit that splits and makes you twitch and clench the back of my head like a hissy fitting misfit that won’t quit with this long list of speaking of devilish unblemished good shit.
If you want it, I got it this. If I ain’t got it, Imma get this. So get it while the getting is good. Let’s not just have sex but make love with hot oil messages and rest cool lips on your breasts and do the grown up the way grown ups could in the best way grown ups should.
It’s not the size that matters of the wood. Though I am very well blessed, big boned, and heavy structured, so let just get that understood, but it’s all the magic produced by the magician bearing the wand. It’s whether I can hypnotize your pure essence and make it seem as if you are walking on the still waters of the most intuitive and mysterious ponds.
Giving you a feeling that’s extraterrestrial and totally out of this world. Like the simple ecstasy of coming home to a home cooked meal and clean house with a hot bubble filled candlelit bath for you with sex that makes the tendons in your body cramp and curl.
Basically that overall, overwhelming, for lack of better words “damn” feeling. That fairyland or holy hand healing that keeps you seeking the true meaning of the word “damn’ that has no true meaning.
I want to be the Darius to your Love Jones and give you injections of sublime erections and get you to two step to my rhythm. I want to use the definitive colloquialisms that will get you in the blended spectrums of prisms that diamonds can’t even hold up to the glows, glares, and any of the glistens.
Satisfaction is a guarantee and a must in my field of study. Baby, I will give you the type of love and lust that makes you want to cuss and kill your buddy.
Sweat dripping, mind flipping, sex driven, headboard hitting, back breaking, earth shaking, baby making, pain staking, just in awe. Digging your nails in my back, keeping those legs shaking and trembling and maintaining a pure orgasm that’s totally untainted and totally raw.
Having you speaking in tongues, making you say things and see things you’ve never saw. And having no mistakes or regrets, having no flaws like it was a Christmas gift from the one and only undeniable Santa Claus, making your heart skip a beat and pause, and get a standing ovation applause while your legs tremble, unable and hard to perform the simplest motion to criss and cross.
Leaving you shocked and appalled. Just discombobulated and at a lost for words. Baby, let me cater to you and put something on your mind you’ve never heard.
I want to feed your hunger with my appetizers so go ahead and try this and let me leave you with a slight kiss. Let me stroke deeper and deeper in to your soul and bump-grind your spirit to exfoliate your mind and make your essence shake and shiver needlessly through the bones in your spine in silence in a way that can’t even be explained by the Karma Sutra science.
Just say the word and I will be there. Volunteering the money to fix your nails, rent, car note, groceries, shopping, fix your hair, whatever the cost, I really don’t care. Make other women stop and stare at the rare love that I share and the internal glow that you bare that makes them envious and jealous and hate their own men because they don’t think us being one pair is fair.
I’m trying to have you in June, high noon with a flashlight looking for shit that ain’t even there.
Playing Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat, baby, I double dare you to let me take care you because everything else is of frivolous irrelevance. Baby, I will please the sole entity of your soul to allow your spirit the chances to enhance.
So, what’s it going to be baby? You have no choice but to give me that chance!
Baby, I want to give you an overdose that enhances your sensuality and will bequeath you in the sanctity of your own mind, just lost in the cosmos that absolutely abandons your entire body in a lifeless and comatose state. Let me rape you of your divine consciousness and profound innocence to leave you like putty in my hand or a cadaver, just zoned out from this intense love we make.
Using R. Kelly’s 12 play tape, I know all the Karma Sutra positions for the deepest penetration that forces that anxiety attack that creates shivers and eruptions and a total breakdown of the metaphysical bodily functions. Is it so wrong for me to want to aim to seek to please you? Baby, I don’t require any instructions, so there’s no point in rushing.
First, we can start in the missionary position cause it’s my decision to proceed with my ambitious incisions of body collisions before the first intermissions. Then, you can get on top so you can do-op and drop and control the angles that get you hot, feeling it your stomach popping against your twat in your g-spot, so we can regain any spot that’s not hot and missing.
But now I really need you to listen. Lay on your back and trust me, just close your eyes. Like Adam in the biblical sense I want to taste the forbidden fruit and nectar that lies in between your hips and thighs.
I’m a true visionary on this. I want to leave you with a true memory to sit back and just reminisce this. I want to lay you on a platter and drown you with syrup and sop you up with two biscuits.
Now don’t miss this. This is that good shit that assists a linguist from speaking cool crisp lyrics into stuttering bullshit and gibberish. I want to risk this risky business and never quit this in a six sense that makes your toes curl as I kiss this.
So don’t dismiss this devilish wish that makes you twist this and that in bliss as I whisk this and that fist of an abyss that sits in a vertical slit in between your legs like clitoris catfish or a gourmet dish in parenthesis.
Enticing me to be like a grimacing Denis the menace silencing your snakes hiss like this “issl ooh the shhhit!” Allowing my serpented tongue to wedge itself slower in between the crevasses of your lower bottomless pit and letting the juices drip a lil’ bit like an old leaky faucet that won’t quit from the slit of the clit that splits and makes you twitch and clench the back of my head like a hissy fitting misfit that won’t quit with this long list of speaking of devilish unblemished good shit.
If you want it, I got it this. If I ain’t got it, Imma get this. So get it while the getting is good. Let’s not just have sex but make love with hot oil messages and rest cool lips on your breasts and do the grown up the way grown ups could in the best way grown ups should.
It’s not the size that matters of the wood. Though I am very well blessed, big boned, and heavy structured, so let just get that understood, but it’s all the magic produced by the magician bearing the wand. It’s whether I can hypnotize your pure essence and make it seem as if you are walking on the still waters of the most intuitive and mysterious ponds.
Giving you a feeling that’s extraterrestrial and totally out of this world. Like the simple ecstasy of coming home to a home cooked meal and clean house with a hot bubble filled candlelit bath for you with sex that makes the tendons in your body cramp and curl.
Basically that overall, overwhelming, for lack of better words “damn” feeling. That fairyland or holy hand healing that keeps you seeking the true meaning of the word “damn’ that has no true meaning.
I want to be the Darius to your Love Jones and give you injections of sublime erections and get you to two step to my rhythm. I want to use the definitive colloquialisms that will get you in the blended spectrums of prisms that diamonds can’t even hold up to the glows, glares, and any of the glistens.
Satisfaction is a guarantee and a must in my field of study. Baby, I will give you the type of love and lust that makes you want to cuss and kill your buddy.
Sweat dripping, mind flipping, sex driven, headboard hitting, back breaking, earth shaking, baby making, pain staking, just in awe. Digging your nails in my back, keeping those legs shaking and trembling and maintaining a pure orgasm that’s totally untainted and totally raw.
Having you speaking in tongues, making you say things and see things you’ve never saw. And having no mistakes or regrets, having no flaws like it was a Christmas gift from the one and only undeniable Santa Claus, making your heart skip a beat and pause, and get a standing ovation applause while your legs tremble, unable and hard to perform the simplest motion to criss and cross.
Leaving you shocked and appalled. Just discombobulated and at a lost for words. Baby, let me cater to you and put something on your mind you’ve never heard.
I want to feed your hunger with my appetizers so go ahead and try this and let me leave you with a slight kiss. Let me stroke deeper and deeper in to your soul and bump-grind your spirit to exfoliate your mind and make your essence shake and shiver needlessly through the bones in your spine in silence in a way that can’t even be explained by the Karma Sutra science.
Just say the word and I will be there. Volunteering the money to fix your nails, rent, car note, groceries, shopping, fix your hair, whatever the cost, I really don’t care. Make other women stop and stare at the rare love that I share and the internal glow that you bare that makes them envious and jealous and hate their own men because they don’t think us being one pair is fair.
I’m trying to have you in June, high noon with a flashlight looking for shit that ain’t even there.
Playing Truth, Dare, Double Dare, Promise or Repeat, baby, I double dare you to let me take care you because everything else is of frivolous irrelevance. Baby, I will please the sole entity of your soul to allow your spirit the chances to enhance.
So, what’s it going to be baby? You have no choice but to give me that chance!
Baby, this is your first and only instruction. I want you to listen to every word I speak very carefully without any interruption and just allow me to utilize the very pentacle of my powers of seduction to message your mind and arouse your intellectual to cause a deconstruction of your very soul’s construction.
I want to wreck your cranium with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms so we can forever bask in the radiance of this spiritual and mental consummation, with you as eye candy for my next temptation.
The mind is the most powerful,hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the nation and maybe universe. So when we converse, making love to you intellectually overpowers the mind’s set station and connects with your thoughts on the soul water deepest levels and becomes that sexual ratification.
I want to wreck your cranium with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms so we can forever bask in the radiance of this spiritual and mental consummation, with you as eye candy for my next temptation.
The mind is the most powerful,hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the nation and maybe universe. So when we converse, making love to you intellectually overpowers the mind’s set station and connects with your thoughts on the soul water deepest levels and becomes that sexual ratification.
(Soundtrack provided and produced by Ol' Skool)