from the 2003 archives. enjoy.

Wrong
© 2003 Mocha Sistah

You creep in my dreams.
I feel your mocha arms holding me
Making me have orgazms that last way too long.
Make me legs weak and you creep into my dreams.

Got me going into the bathroom
gently breathing as I stroke my inner
Thighs imagining your lips bringing my ectasy.
If you weren’t at work, I’d call you for
sex phone as our foreplay.

You are yummy.
You chocolate dreamy-eyed, sexually charged
Brother and potent even before touching me.
Damn, baby!
You creep into my dreams.

It’s too bad cause right now, I feel so wrong about these dreams yet I really don’t care what anyone thinks.

I want to navigate your body like a new
Island for me to deliciously discover.
I want to bathe in the power of your masculinity.

I wanted to call you the other day and tell you to come over and bend me with your hot hands guiding…
Please bend me and make me your love slave.

Is it wrong to want you to taste my passion coming off your hot body that wants me?
Is it wrong to want you to come over again into my ectasies?
Is it wrong to want only you to be my tasty treat.

Baby, you are always creeeping into my dreams.
You are yummy like cotton candy and fresh italian ice dripping off my lips.

I want you to be the one I get to taste continually.

Dip me into your valley of dizzing desire forever.
(c) 2003 by Mocha Sistah