Yeah… Slow it down for me… Mm, yeah… I love it when you take your time with me, Start low, bring that fire up slowly, Got me standing at attention, can’t you see? Your touch got me losing all control, baby. Then you flip the script, Pull me closer, whisper soft, “You’re mine,” The way you move your hips, Got my heartbeat drifting off in time. The way you grind, got my toes curling, World fading, it’s just you and me swirling… Every motion like a rhythm in a symphony, Every breath you take composing me… You got me feeling like this is pure poetry, Every stroke, every sigh, every part of me, When you move like that, girl, you write on me, Love letters in the dark where we’re meant to be. You got me feeling like this is pure poetry… She throwing it back, hour after hour, This love pouring down like a waterfall shower, Thunder in the room when we hit that power, No champagne, no candles — just us in the hour. She don’t need the lights low to set the tone, All she wants to hear is me losing control, The way she slows it down then speeds it up, Got me biting my tongue so I don’t erupt. If I lose focus, I might lose my mind, The way she moving got my soul intertwined… Every motion like a rhythm in a symphony, Every breath you take composing me… You got me feeling like this is pure poetry, Every stroke, every sigh, every part of me, When you move like that, girl, you write on me, Love letters in the dark where we’re meant to be. You got me feeling like this is pure poetry… Slow wine… don’t rush, Hands tracing lines, electric touch, You pull me deeper every time, Your body talking in perfect rhyme… Yeah, He say he love when I boss up the motion, From the bottom to the top, I control the devotion, Got him stiff like a statue, no lotion, One look from me and he losing his focus. Flip it, reverse it, I talk real slick, Whisper, “Relax, baby, I run this,” Slow grind heavy, then I switch that quick, Now he gripping on the sheets like, “Don’t quit.” He calling it poetry, I call it art, Body so cold but I play my part, Hour after hour, I tear that apart, Got stamina strong, yeah I train that heart. No champagne needed, I don’t need romance, I want sweat, I want hands, I want real grown man, When he moan for me? That’s my jam, Got him biting on his tongue like, “Damn.” Waterfall pressure when I throw that back, Thunder in the room when I arch like that, Slow it down, then I speed right past, He like, “Girl, don’t stop,” I’m like, “You can’t last.” I don’t play nice, I dominate space, Lip gloss popping, confidence in my face, Make a king lose breath in a tight embrace — Pure poetry, yeah, I rest my case. You got me feeling like this is pure poetry, Every touch leaving marks all over me, When we move like waves in the midnight sea, You and I — that’s destiny. You got me feeling like this is pure poetry…
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