I bumped into someones poems and wanted to share them with you.. I had to edit it though sorry...
Hypnotize
Make believe your hands,
are my lips.
Makeing trips down your body,
while leaving wet lyrics.
Respond with moans,
answer my whispers with sighs.
I'll drink your tears,
when this sex makes you cry.
Haveing to want you,
in rooms illuminated by extasy.
Tryin' to f*** you,
'til I get wantin' you out of me.
Your punani laced in my blunts,
blowin' you contacts.
Drunk with desire,
from sweat lapped off your back.
You're that snow pure vestal,
looking for one to entice.
Tempt you to bite fruits of sins orchard,
savor and salavate the flavor of it's evil vice.
A lady who melts of talk that's naughty,
but likes it to sound nice.
Give me a chance,
just let me talk to you.
Give me a chance,
Let my rythem go through you.
Let our fingers intertwine,
our souls and minds find their sexual connection.
After my ride I'll roll you on top,
to choose the tempo of the sexual projection.
Hypnotize
Make believe your hands,
are my lips.
Makeing trips down your body,
while leaving wet lyrics.
Respond with moans,
answer my whispers with sighs.
I'll drink your tears,
when this sex makes you cry.
Haveing to want you,
in rooms illuminated by extasy.
Tryin' to f*** you,
'til I get wantin' you out of me.
Your punani laced in my blunts,
blowin' you contacts.
Drunk with desire,
from sweat lapped off your back.
You're that snow pure vestal,
looking for one to entice.
Tempt you to bite fruits of sins orchard,
savor and salavate the flavor of it's evil vice.
A lady who melts of talk that's naughty,
but likes it to sound nice.
Give me a chance,
just let me talk to you.
Give me a chance,
Let my rythem go through you.
Let our fingers intertwine,
our souls and minds find their sexual connection.
After my ride I'll roll you on top,
to choose the tempo of the sexual projection.
