Laid back, bites lips
chills sent by the fingertip
heart triggers, gunshot, no clips
He turns me 'round, then my stomach flips
crawls under me, he trips
climb over him, i slip
puddle of lust and love, we dip
grab up so tight, he hits
lays it down so good I split
I take a breath, inhale, we kiss
Turn over as we relive
scream nigga i cant handle this ish
Every breath now like this is IT!
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