Because of the Beat
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Voyeur
Why do I love That you watch me Fucking myself? I ask myself This question All the time. Why does it Do it for me That you Take your dick out, Stroking it hard And then climax While watching my body Move up, down, and all around In every kind of direction? I’m not your typical Hottie-tottie, Hoity-toity, Bougie baddie. Nor am I a femme fatale, Super model, Porn Star, Or even a “girl next door.” I’m something most don’t Seem to comprehend. Certainly not who many Could expect To see On their screens. Gyrating their bodies, Every fat roll and ripple, Pinching my little nipples While sitting on Such a large, wide frame Like mine. Do you like them Bigger? More than a bit larger In size? In stride, I know you watch me Glide Around the floor Like a whore Who just wants attention When I’m dancing, But who really wants that attention When she’s moaning Yearning Begging For a cock Plunging and plugging me up So deeply Down ...
We Are Floating
It's a big deal to get inside my bed with me It's a big deal to get inside my head It's a big deal to get inside my pants with me It's a big deal if I give you head It's a big deal if I let you hold my hand It's a big deal if I let you kiss It's a big deal if I give you all my love It's a big deal if you ever give me bliss But I can whisper for you Make up for you I can even dance real sexy for you I can moan for you Dress up for you And then take that shit back off for you I can let you hear and see all of me You can have your senses electrifying I can let you hear and see all of me That's my gift, for you to hear and see all of me Hear all of me See all of me That's my gift, for you to hear and see all of me All of me All of me I'll let you hear and see all of me It's hard knocks if you wanna try to touch without permission It's hard knocks if you wanna say shit like I ain't pretty It's hard knocks if you wanna act like you...
Freesia
She has the touch of majesty And that's how it starts Beaming, knowing what lies ahead She'll take me there... And I'll blame her in the aftermath Silky smooth as ever, A delicate hand slipping Past my thighs 'I'm not ready, Your Highness," I plead. "You will be... you will be." Her decadent whispers Sure are an impressive tactic. She haunts my dreams I drift back and forth Between dull sanity And the taste of her sweet and sour crazy. She ignites the flames I can no longer be tamed. I wait for her to let me know how it is… She beckons in my direction I can't help but follow her scent Nothing is more hypnotizing... For now.. "Test your every limit," she sternly mutters. She rolls and rolls Papers and folds I can hear her lighter flick And it's on... Nothing is more succulent... For now... "You're slow to whet for the little, sweet, obedient freak I'm about to transform you into." Her words alone could take me ...