Maybe it’s his swerve
Maybe it’s the curve
Maybe it’s how when he digs in deep
He hits every nerve
99% of the time
It is on my mind
I don’t want to own him
But I want to make him mine
I get shivers reminiscing
Just thinking of us kissing
You found the key to my pleasure
Which has been long missing
He has me sweating out perms
With that new trick he’s learned
To resist is futile
From his kung-fu grip if I squirm
You got me screaming like Mariah
You ignite my fire
I will surpass heaven and meet death
If you take me any higher
I have permanent cramps in my toes
I am like “Fuck Stilettos!”
When it comes to being pleased by you
Anything goes
I have not seen light in weeks
Surviving off of your love and little sleep
I am so hoarse from screaming
I can barely speak
The most pleasurable pain
Man, I can’t even explain
But when he’s gone I count down to the second
When I will see him again
Without you, I’m conflicted
By these emotions you’ve evicted
A sober mind would say to my drunken soul
That I am addickted
© 2008 Alecia J.
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