The thought of you makes it flicker like a flame.
I can’t wait till you use your black bic and write your name all over it

The thought of you makes it flicker like a flame
I find myself wondering how I sound; screaming your name, while your 6foot 5 frame does thangs, that leave liquid stains on satin sheets

The thought of you makes it flicker like a flame.
Our hands locked, my legs lifted, damn, my spine you just shifted
As you thrust and control the pace of this unconventional race; to see who will cum first to the finish line

But, I ain’t in no hurry cause; I don’t mind being last
While my hands grip your tight ass and pull you deeper into me

Legs shaken, toes curlin’, lickin’ and suckin’
Yo, this shit right here, don’t feel like fuckin’
More like lovin’

The thought of you makes it flicker like a flame


By Carolyn James