She's 5'5" with hazel eyes and caramel complexion.
Lust at first sight; the object of my obsession.
Undressing her with my eyes, caressing between her thighs,
Guessing her panty size... can't help but to fantasize.
Looking her in her eyes, hoping she digs my style.
Waiting the perfect time to break her off with my smile.
We grin and exchange glances - holding the same stances -
Heart prances knowing we're a long way from Kansas,
So I click my heels, go and pay her a visit.
Within minutes, I'm walking back with the digits.
Our conversation exquisite: shared elation for explicit -
Listed with it, making lyrics to songs of the crickets.
Blissful kisses under the stars and the moon.
Making wishes that we don't finish too soon.
We climax, then we spoon before falling asleep,
And she tells me that she loves the way I dive in deep.
[barely slept in weeks.
Rest is for weaks. I just eat it tongue in cheek.
She sprung a leak, and I think I got her sprung.
She just calls me "Jury" 'cause she loves the way I'm hung.
'Til the bell gets rung and they count to three,
You just better buckle up 'cause it's about to be
Some pay-per-view type shit: put you in that strong hold.
Rock that body 'til I leave you stone cold.
Long told are the lessons of messing around with legends,
But you never listened, so you better count your blessings.
Mounted up and stressing, reaching for the skies.
Shouting to the heavens; I can see it in your eyes.
Gon let out them heavy cries - I won't judge you if you weep.
Just understand this brother here can dive in deep.
[you can't walk a straight line.
That Old Man Winter: bringing chills up your spine.
If you find I'm out of line, rewind and let me creep;
I'll show you the way this motherf*cker can dive deep (2x)
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