[THOUGHTS OF A CARNAL NATURE UPON WAKING] A COLLAB FEATURING LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. LISTEN CAUSE WE DO IT THIS WAY.. STRAIGHT DROP.
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I wake up to the
Smell of pancakes galore
My thoughts took me back to last night
When my panties hit the floor
He grabbed me
By my waist
And my world shook
Like an earthquake
He rubbed on my
Buttery brown round
All ladylike decency
Was nowhere to be found
I rest my head on his chest
Thoughts all in disarray
While my fingers played in
His strands of grey
I was puddy in
Those manly hands
That has traveled
Through distant lands
Fingertips traced
The outline of my lips
His tongue followed
Trailing down to my hips
He flipped the script
His lips kissed THOSE lips
Slipped his tongue inside
It flicked and glide
Inside of my cherry pie
He smiled with pride
As my eyes
Slowly rolled back
The rumors I heard
Was a proven fact
My thoughts turn
Back to breakfast
I lay there
Aroused and breathless
He walks in
With those pancakes
And my whole body
Began to shake
I was focused on
His toned physique
The sight of him
Awakened my inner freak
Pajama bottoms exposed
His sexy ass
I couldn't let
All that walk passed
I glanced at his muscular chest
Covered with those grey strands of hair
Then my sex filled eyes
Fixated down THERE
As I pulled down his pajamas
He stood erect... holding his package
Then I suddenly had a taste
For maple syrup flavored sausage
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Standing in the kitchen I remember...
The way those pants hugged that ass.
The way she sounded when I grabbed her and stripped her of her panties.
Slowly falling to the floor as I caressed all that she carried, the round of her brown.
She nervously trembling in my arms as she succumbed to the manipulations of a G.
The feel of her nipples as they pressed against the skin of my chest.
Her hands as they trailed across my war scarred body...
I feel the fullness of her hips... The suppleness of she.
Licking at her nipples... kissing the button of her belly a second before I am at her mons veneris... just a flicker of my tongue on her spur tongue.
Gently...
She belongs to me deeply, 20,000 fathoms of sexual release under the sea of we.
I feel so heavy lost in thoughts of the things that we shared wetly.
Her eyes as I explored the peaks and the valleys of her phatness.
Mmmmmmmmm.
I carry the food into the room and I see her looking at me...
The food can wait.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'
