To The Brim

In my bed
Are linens, woman
Blouses, plaid skirts
Some female legs
Legs at 49 degrees
Laid bare
In focus
And we rummaged
A brandy feeling
The sounds of
Our insides

Her curves has me in spirals
Saddle rocking, swish coming
Body speaks to me
Steady rockin'
Honey drops; tequila tongues
She brings it over
Weaving threads
Her body lemon my body
Diffusion wet like an osmosis

She takes it down nasty
Pipes it down like flax seeds
Bass waters
Fretless
Juicy
She chows down on linens
Accelerates
Full speed

Alakazam
Gold rushes
Her moan's roaring
Ah baddie on one bad
Trick or treat
She's all flushed how
To the brim now
Would you like Pizza or Pasta Please?

In my bed
Are linens, woman
Blouses, plaid skirts
Some female legs
Legs at 49 degrees
Laid bare
In focus
And we rummaged
A brandy feeling
The sounds of
Our insides



Credits
Writer(s): Ore Asonibare
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