Behind Closed Doors (S4S)

My love is dress with a masculine touch

When she breathe she breath in my lust

With a look in her eye you see a desire of passion

Like an ice cool drop of exciting pleasure

When my love speaks she makes me weak

With the calling of my name made me lose my speech

My love walks with a sly, smooth glide

That every time she comes around she makes me so happy and glad

My love is precious, so sweet and so innocent

That the taste of her lips and tongue

Makes my body so exquisite

The pull of my dreads, makes my eyes roll back

But the pulling of my love hair makes her hips roll back

My love, I love in symphony

Whenever she plays my tone I feel so empty

My love is so true I tend to feel blue

But my realness tends to kill the feeling

My love is dress with the same clothes as me

She stays quiet like closed mouths no feed

But I tend not to care no laugh, no smile

The anger, the hate, the disgust, the disgrace

That’s why I stay quiet closed mouths no feed

Because the hungers of my love want tell no soul

My soul tells the whole truth

S4S just might be the death of me

But who cares though, my heart is dead though

My love, no love, no truth, want be told

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