Monday, February 27, 2012


I lay down/She cater to me like a King with crown/Body been through a lot of flack/Warm body oil rubbed on my back/I stare at candles drip wax/As she's stroking my skin and tats/Soothing I close my eyes to relax/Hearing jazz in the background with a solo of a sax/Suddenly disrupted with calls from my cell phone/Awoken not knowing I was sleep realizing tension is gone/Wow her hands put me in a zone

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