It’s only been two nights since we made love and already I’m feeling with drawls of that love we make the epitome of.
Baby, you got my body calling and yearning. Concerning when we gone do that d**n thing again. Cause I’ve been fitting and shaking. Thinking about your body quaking as I slide out and in. Matching your every motion no matter what position we’re in, but this is more than love we’re making. I can tell by the moans you’re making.
Your soul has been taken. Whisked away to play with another energy; another entity, and since our chemistry mixes so perfectly… we, in essence, become one entity. This is love making in all its beauty.
Maybe next time we mingle in our chemistry, we’ll create a cocktail that will regale just as beautifully.