Whose
Every time the wind blows
I feel your kisses on my neck
Then comes the cold sweat
Frantic for the fire
That burns at the seat of my soul
This is a love that never gets old
I want you now and forever
Anxious but the deliciousness
Of these memories couldn't get any better
You were the best
Actual fact because I've put them all to the test
I just want you
A single tear rolls down my cheek
At the mere thought of us being through
Say it ain't so
Say that in my absence
your desires for me continues to grow
That you feel me in your sheets
That you too have been craving me for weeks
The steadiness of my ride
The slipperiness of my stride
As I glide
On you like morning dew
Every time the sun hits my face
I feel your arms around my waist
Climbing the stairs at 5am for a quick taste
Love made in haste
Is still real
We speak in silence but the words are still
Naughty
Like the whispers in ears at bashment parties
My hips remember
The firmness of my grip in late December
Forbidden thoughts awaken my core
Reminding me of how you made my essence sore
Every time day turns to night
I see us entangled in climaxes
that make me cry out "it's mine. right?"
I feel your kisses on my neck
Then comes the cold sweat
Frantic for the fire
That burns at the seat of my soul
This is a love that never gets old
I want you now and forever
Anxious but the deliciousness
Of these memories couldn't get any better
You were the best
Actual fact because I've put them all to the test
I just want you
A single tear rolls down my cheek
At the mere thought of us being through
Say it ain't so
Say that in my absence
your desires for me continues to grow
That you feel me in your sheets
That you too have been craving me for weeks
The steadiness of my ride
The slipperiness of my stride
As I glide
On you like morning dew
Every time the sun hits my face
I feel your arms around my waist
Climbing the stairs at 5am for a quick taste
Love made in haste
Is still real
We speak in silence but the words are still
Naughty
Like the whispers in ears at bashment parties
My hips remember
The firmness of my grip in late December
Forbidden thoughts awaken my core
Reminding me of how you made my essence sore
Every time day turns to night
I see us entangled in climaxes
that make me cry out "it's mine. right?"
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Writer(s): Terrill Perry, Tameka White
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