you should be here my arms should be where you wear your scarf beneath your hair i should be touching you, like this letting my fingers do the walking darting down your hips marching up your thighs parting apart your lips so, i can kiss'em listen; i'm pretty efficient at granting wishes &, filling in blanks giving what you've been missing, without angst this isn't, what you think it is; it ain't game's just something explained this'll make you faint or, leave you drained, like you came you like dudes right? well, what i do is like, put emphasis on the significant parts that make hearts skip beats & relieve plights like, when i flex my arms, discreetly i only do it, when you sneak a squeeze, to feel my might like i don't know what you're doing like sweety please, yeah right; size me up i slid beneath a mist of eqyptian musk just cause, i knew, you'd steal a whiff or two & fantasize about me licking you, from back to front lifting you, up against something you can stick your butt against wrapping your arms around me, as you cum intense screaming, while daydreaming believing every song streaming's a pretense about us thrust in lust, making a mess creaming up your flesh, under your dress or whatever you wear agreeing with me, yeah, you should be here