and though psychedelic may not be your style
i shall tempt and tease you for a while
for, music, no matter the genre
in its notes and cords possibly a double entendre.
if you know to listen with an open ear
of intrusion and hardness of notes, there be no fear,
and to help you drop...and drop...into the sound
with my nakedly clad form, i shall hold you bound.
every move suggestive, calculating and seductive
closer and closer toward you...a need compulsive
your hands to your shaft will know to travel...
for hard and urgent the urge in the trans to dabble.
i shall swerve and lean, toward u bend
in the suggestive sway of my curves on an animated journey send
and...when, before you so close i stand
out i shall reach, take your hand.
between the warmth of my thighs i shall it guide
there will be no holding back, no desire in the growl to hide,
how i shall take you on a special carpet ride
together we shall climb and fall and climb again...the tide.
let me bite you...!...
have you whole!!!
allow me to dip between your thighs for the throb, i know has taken its toll
no further purpose but, to surrender, be the goal
submissive be the allure, for the first time knowing to let go...complete
...your new role.
drop,,,with no fear
close your eyes and feel me near
allow me your thoughts on an adventure new, to steer
let me GRIND...!...let me HOLD...!...
those thoughts of yours that are so bold
do!...stand up and join my grind...!...
for, certainly we will know to find
a beat a sway, united as one
that will only know to be done
when, sweat wet, will know to make a brow make shine
and in letting go, you have become mine
then once more to slow down and breath
for the trance will not know to make us rest or, to leave!
...again toward each other sway...
part two...now becomes the play.