Silk scarves bind you and blind you
While I take you to places never traveled
Consuming your body for my own selfish oral gratification
Licking you like the last tootsie roll pop in the store
Hungrily searching for the surprising conclusion
Determined to find out the answer to the old question…
How many licks does it take to get to the middle of it?
When I mount your tongue and leave traces of me all over your lips
Fein for me like an addict
Hunger for me like a country boy does for soul food
Losing myself in the rhythm of the music
I just want to ride you into the clouds
From the moonlight to sun up
Tied up, submissive, and willing
Anticipation so overwhelming
Yet trying to hold on to that last bit of sanity
Taking you to that level right before combustible
Implosions, explosions, senses come and go
Feelings of being under a spell, no explanations
Just lost in the rhythm of my music

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