Let me suffocate you with this cellulite
Thighs vibrating
Hips rotating
Drown you in infinity pools make me forget where my lips begin and yours end
The connection is electric
Cream on you like French vanilla
the way I melt on satiated tongues
Let me ride your face or sum
The girl you used to know is a distant memory
Crushed cranberry matte lipstick that doesn’t stain
Polyester suits and gold chains
I’m the woman I’ve been waiting for
5’7 stallion but I’m 6’8 spiritually
Steady transcending the mundane
This soul be too gifted to be tamed