Lay on my bed
do you love me,
your nakedness swimming
through my head
no where else I'd rather be
no one has a thing on me,
not the living,not the dead
if there is a meaning to life
it's your blonde curls
or the kisses that I'm fed
as I pull the collar closer
as our skin goes red,ser lest ser.
Look into my eyes
as I spread your thighs
spit in my mouth,
I love the taste of your lies
I’m wicked pleasure,
its cruel how fast time flies
every inch of your body I will treasure.
If I believed in God
I would flip you ove
and bite your ass til your blood turned to wine...
Press your body against mine
as we come together in rhyme
I'll take you to another time
in some quaters
our passions would be deemed a crime
23 chimes,sign ov the times
let's stay unholy together,
lust with me forever.
- Alfred Huete
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