Let me be that late-nite creeper.
When you need someone to freak you,
Let me be the one that you hit on the beeber.
I'll break you off with no hesitating.
Before I even make it home,
you'll be calling me on the cell phone,
telling me how you can't stop shaking.
The next day you'll listen to my voicemail,
contemplating on masturbating,
anticipating my next visitation.
When I finally make it,
you'll be lying in the bead butt naked waiting.
I'll start by speeding up the beat of your heart
by lying my face in your soft.
Letting the tip of my nose tickle your personal place,
as all my tongue work your split.
You want convince me until I can feel the shudder of your
bones, and moans and groans turn into screaming.
By then for sure, I'll know you're creaming.
I'll be able to tell I got you heated, by the sweat running
from your neck and chest to the wet bed between your legs
from the nectar of sex.
Damn! That was nothing but foreplay.
Would you be ready for whats next.
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