Trying to call my bluff? Man, tomorrow can't come fast enough, when its you and me, me and you, just us two, the things that we'll do, will put a smile on your face, i'll handle it like a hussy, but with style and grace. bad girls rock leather but I rock you, can't wait to get together, so we can rise to fourth levels that exceed the stratosphere and dont let me get buck, if I smell fear, there better be lust in your eyes, you between my thighs, pleasure in my cries... Mornin, til' night, I'll go home after you fulfill, my sexual appetite. Its not about any other, about you and me my brotha, doin this, this will be smoother than ya dun cap, and if there's a problem I'll fix it, show me ya self ... "love", and I'll kiss it. Lets get here and do this on a Friday night, and I can bounce Sunday mornin at seven... Won't be long, til' im chillin in heaven. Wink* EricaBirth sign: Libra
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