So it’s 4:05
& I think about my thighs 
That I want you to rub
Because at these times I need pure unadulterated love

& I look at my bed seams 
That I usually squeeze 
When my back starts to arch 
And my legs start to quease 
And then your covers become a tangled mess underneath our heated beings 

So then I think about your lips 
My hands locked on your hips 
Riding like I stole something 
Or I’m chasing after kids
Tasting you like Adam and God said he forbid 
Can’t help but to think about the lust that we’re amid 

We’re intimate and so into it 
And you would think we had a limit 
Cuz the pace that we’re going is like 5,000 strokes a minute
Maybe not 
But I’m just spitting 
Times just slipping
My head’s spinning 
You keep licking 
And I’m just grinning 
Cuz god damn baby, I’m fucking winning 
I mean….

It’s 4:20
Time to blow it down
But instead your going down
& I’m serving up a wave for you to crash in drown in
The two colours of our chocolate covered brown skin melt into one 
& the sun, that’s barley up yet swims across the skyYour hand sits upon my thigh
My hand sits upon your head
Your fingers trickle on my leg

Suns up
And your up too
Still we make love like were in Europe’s view
French kissing like were on a secret mission in Moulin Rouge 
I do J’adore Vous
I do adore you
My hands they explore you
And like I said we’re on a mission
So kissing wouldn’t be off mission since were in a cabaret
I can tell we’re almost done but I can can almost feel that I’m about to cum
As you come closer
And as you cum over again

You lick your lips
I dip my hips
We cuddle in the covers full of our lovers juice
I think I can call this lovers abuse
But I’m loving the abuse because I seduce and produce
The level of love that we make that’s massaged in our nous.



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