A stank attitude, so not mad at you. Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you. No space and time compatible. Wat do I have to do? What do I have to do? But there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, but you.
I want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy, then masturbate to the memories. I wanna lose myself inside yourself Until you find me. Confine me, to the freedom of your prison. Exist in the same space, same time. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect, reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck.
Caress the sights of your presence with no question, undress to the nakedness of love, pure love. I want to make love to my soulmate I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate. Kind of like writing poetry till climax, till the point and place where space and time match. Can we cross the line, perhaps tell me would you like that.
Now would you like that, tell me would you like that, would you like that, tell me would you like that, would you like that, tell me? I'm gonna ask you again now, tell me.. Would you like that, tell me would you like that, now would you like that, tell me would you like that, would you like that, tell me..
I wanna love you more than madly. Wrap these legs around your words, until your speech is straddled deep, gladly. Swim the currents of your vibrations, be separate in one with the same meditation.. Uh the same meditation.. Uh you know what.. This, right here is poetry.. Ualy, play that saxophone right now! Tell me would you like that Now would you like that? Tell me would you like that Would you like that? Tell me. I wanna love you more than madly Wrap these legs, around your words Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly Swim the currents of your vibrations Be separate and one with the same meditation With the same meditation This is poetry.
Quiero recibir notificaciones de artistas destacados y noticias. Compartir en Facebook Compartir en Twitter. If love had a sound This would be that sound Love, love We would be the band to play it My ghetto butterfly flew away from me, I wait patiently By windows and doorsteps, play make believe As my tears pour to my chest Won't succeed to breathe if not the hear of you Surely there hasn't never been a shade so blue A stank attitude, so not mad at you Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude of my love for you No space or time compatible What do I have to do?
Tell me I wanna love you more than madly Wrap these legs, around your words Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly Swim the currents of your vibrations Be separate and one with the same meditation With the same meditation This is poetry.
Compuesta por: Akua Naru. Enviada por Gabriel. No space and time compatible. Wat do I have to do? What do I have to do?
But there's nothing in this world I'd rather do, but you. I want to make love to your existence, drenched in the colors of your energy, then masturbate to the memories. I wanna lose myself inside yourself Until you find me. Confine me, to the freedom of your prison.
Exist in the same space, same time. Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect, reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck.
Caress the sights of your presence with no question, undress to the nakedness of love, pure love. I want to make love to my soulmate I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate. Kind of like writing poetry till climax, till the point and place where space and time match.
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