As I stood there, I recognized the discomfort on his face I couldn't help but to remember the times when we had made angry love It was hot and steamy, and that's why my eyes wander lower to his chest tattoo When he'd trap me with his towering body, I'd smother myself in his sweaty chest And try to bite those wings off, just to tell him that when he touches me, I no longer feel the need to fly
Then my gaze would venture forth to his stomach And how I would kiss it, just as he did mine As I would move lower, I would look up, and feel those fisted hands pushing me lower And when I had went down to those curly pubic hairs, I remember touching the place that some would like to see
_____________________________ Collaboration with/lyrics by _____________________________ Model- Demon Dundee