Saturday, October 13, 2007

Did I?

Did I hit the right spot?
You said "Uhhhhhhhhhhh"
Like Master P, but in a sexy ass tone.

I'm not quite sure if it was the bone
or the shit I spit to you with each stroke
I asked "Am I hitting this shit right, nigga?"
You responded "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Like Usher, but the delivery had an erotic flow.

Did I?
Cuz I gotta know for the next go-round.
I want to know what you like.
What makes you feel good like Monster's Ball

These balls slapping against that ass
And you ask "How does it feel?" like D'Angelo
I can't speak for the curl in my toes
I feel like I want to Let it go like Pendergrass
This TKO got my ass stuttering and you buttering up the pipe
With a wetness unlike no other

Did I just get you to say my name again and again?
You calling it like it's the only name you've ever heard.
And I'm thinking of several words to describe this sexual intoxication.
I'm drunk off the way we laying it down.
And the sounds that are made sound like the secrets of creatures in exotic shade.

You feel like a road that I've paved to the curve of my dick
But in the midst, I spit "I love you"
Did I Just Say That Shit?