adDICKtion : an StLShawty original...
adDICKtion
Euphoric hang-glide
Soaring with multi-colored butterflies
Heart doing the Harlem shake
Eyes beckoning…
Asking: Can I touch you?
Though thinking: Can I f*ck you?
Fingertips tingle.
Electric charge.
Our chemistry collides.
Your energy becomes mine,
And we mesh.
Lips questioning: Can I kiss you?
Damn, king.
Can I
Kiss
You
In places that you deem ‘private’…?
Until your sensation
Is in tune with my vibration
And the combination
Of your skin plus my skin
Results in
Me won-der-in’
Just where tha hell do you begin
And
Where do I end?
See, if
What I'm experiencin'
Is considered a sin,
Hey, man
fukk it...
I'll just go to Hell then.
I wanna get lost in you
Like Alice in Wonderland.
Check you out - probing sacred lands
To discover just how deep
The rabbit hole goes.
With every movement, we compose
A harmoniously erotic opus.
Gyrate the lotus
To sounds of "Coitus...
N'dakeyuv Explosive".
Voo-doo daddy, working mad hocus pocus
With that whimsical, black magic wand.
Climactic grand finale.
Collectively numb.
Resting between ample honey pillows,
He whispers:
Can I keep you?
Damn, queen.
Can I
Keep
You?
My response?:
Can I believe you?
Please, make me believe you.
'Cause I
Fukkin' need you.
I'm sprung.
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