I miss your lips, that one kiss we had was merely a tease in terms of the sparks we could create with a whole night to ourselves. Light up the dro with a crystalline glass of cheap champagne. Our heartbeats in tandem, your eyes on my hips, licking your lips. When you make me laugh, I get that tickle to my fancy, those rosy cheeks and sparkles in my eyes. I love when you spit your flow to me over the phone, your chart-topping voice mixed with my favorite lyrics. Go ahead, do your thing, let them hands go south and don't be afraid to squeeze. Lift me up, boo, let's make this night hot.
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