Can’t wait to touch it.
Flash that naughty smile.
Can’t wait to grab you.
Work that magic spell.
Unzip and it makes you
Hard and oh-so-swell.
Your ecstacy’s white and warm.
You work your sly, roguish charm.
Your ecstacy’s white and warm.
Deliver me from harm.
Can’t wait to taste it.
Shed your clothes and your weekday manners.
Can’t wait to grip you.
Weave that spell you know so well.
Take it in and it makes you
Gasp and oh-so-swell.
Our ecstacy’s white and warm.
Pry, pin down, spill like a storm.
My ecstacy’s white and warm.
Your soul so bright disarms.
Hidden holes discovered.
Quivering flesh uncovered.
Sprayed, splayed, strength recovered.
White, warm, touch it, taste it.
White, warm, spread it, feel it.
White, warm, our hands a-shaking.
White, warm, our tongues a-playing.
3 comments:
*kambyo*
he he
"and as the night air cooled the beads of perspiration from my brow, i trembled in expectation of what is to come."
--color it red, "handpainted sky"
Kambyo, hehehe
Oh, yeah, Cooky and the band! :)
Was listening to that CD the past couple of days, actually. Must have inspired me, somehow. Or maybe I was channeling more familiar things when I wrote it. heheh
"You thrust me deep! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
he he. the title itself is a dead giveaway. very open to interpretations.
well, it's good that your hands channeled to creative things and did not go down the drain (pun intended). we're entertained.
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