we can- cry together
when we- come together,
because when we- come together,
we're gonna "Cum" together!
And no matter what- type of weather
we can- get together.
Let me- feel the juice
until i can't- get no wetter!
Sexy, you've got me
where I need to be.
So just meet me on cloud 9,
so we can touch foreheads and grind.
The "Dirty Wiiii-nd!"
is what the Jamacians call it.
But we're just suspended in time
when me and you go for it!
your arms drape my shoulders,
our foreheads touch, as our legs cross over.
"Baby, make your pussy dance"
as my dick matches your grind motion.
OH here's my chance!
I can feel the sprinkles of your ocean,
It's thick and smooth like lubridern lotion.
As we grind clockwise,
you begin to breathe heavily.
But I told you, "My grind stops time"
So why wouldn't it be hevenly?
I keep hitting that same spot
And about to cum again
So I pull you close to ride on top.
Our bodies become one again.
I can feel your heartbeat
as you grind your ass on my thighs,
your mouth's wide open without a sound
and your head's leaning back to the sky!
I grip you tighter
I whisper, "Baby open wider!"
Damn, If it's true that a climax is a cousin to death,
Then I must have died a thousand times inside ya!