"When I Give Ya What I Give Ya"

Don't think of rough sex, but it's hard not to when you think of this rough neck
kissing your soft spots and all spots that's soft next . . . to your cli; che's pop up like
nipples when aroused by drips of that hot candle wax . . . Now can you handle that? Okay .

Going deep inside, you loving every moment,
you moaning every moment,
I'm owning every moment that we share collectively. . . My number one fan . . .
I've noticed you collecting me . . .

Don't think of yourself moaning loud like Bosè-- Stereos . Allowing a niggah like me to
re-engineer your circuitry, so that while you're in school and they ask you to identify all
things you hold dear and familiar, the pen that moves, you circle me . . . Now can you circle we?
Okay .

Stamina for days, weeks and months at a time, stuck in a fix . Looking to fix this stuck phase and get out of this maze . You've hypnotized your man because I've been . . . like this for days . . . daze on in, side yourself breath, besides yourself there are needs, that must be fulfilled .
Sex fest, I'm taste testing, just to get a taste test of them lips . . . knees .
Now walk with me in this field, please.

Don't think of us together holding each other, hand in hand, private parts occupying the other hand,
thinking about this lady, while she thinking about me, lover man. We making each other so hot I don't have to, but I'm feeling an urge to purchase another fan. I've come to your rescue my Wendy because you got me hooked
like Peter Pan . . . and every time I think about leaving you, I instantly think about pleasing you, causing me to snap back to you like your the world's biggest rubber band .
Now can we . . . kiss already . . . hold hands?
Okay.

Doing things to each other, doing it to each other . . . like this and like me I know you . . . like this, 'cause its just . . . like that ecstasy
'cause you know I'd cool you down by blowing on your sensitive areas cool . . . looking at you 'cause your next to me.

You're licking my lips, I'm licking your lips, I'm licking my lips, you throwing a fit
and the all time I'm admiring our performance saying to myself
"Oh My God, I love this bitch!"

Don't think of me in you, kissing each other like the kiss on the finger from that Monopoly-- game.
We entered into each others' thoughts like time hyper sneaky trogan horses and I know this because before we met like that movie Next I started re . . . membering things . . . by the way before you called, I lost all short-term memory but when I heard your voice, I remembered your name.

You appeared in of nowhere and out of nowhere, I'ma go there 'cause you . . . made me experience change .
Now can you go ahead already and experience change?
Okay .


Kenley Jean