you're like, sunlight; your light enters illuminating my cadence, like fine liquor no evading your fragrance i'd wither; my mind's triggered by your figure; your thighs, wrapped around my eyes after they slide, out of tight denim before i continue, i'm inclined to remind you, i write for fly women every last one of them in skirts; i slide my flirts, right under them rehearsed, in my heart; conversed with my thoughts art's what becomes of them my thirst is my fault; with my jaw on asphalt maintaining monotony, for you to spot when it's not me i'm redundant when jotting, about wanting you on top me odes concocted to feel like cotton adorned with what i adore, like when i tore up your stockings watching's the paparazzi in the crowd, the roar's more than the speed of sound can absorb hearts fluttering by the bunches puddling pillows bellowed between what creams when you scream from my consumption you shouldn't wear that body; it's too much hun it's why we're watching & crowding; cause we want some my heart's where this comes from since it's me you allowed in i choose us i'm bowing, with my fedora tilted your pores are filled in, with goosebumps cause every discussion, discusses us at every function, we're a must i'm seriously so serious you're my plus one, at all appearances