Spacial awareness. So much confusion.
And it's so difficult to harness,
but then I look at you, nimble and righteous
and then I look at the floor: we made a fine mess.
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Are you a temple? Are you a temptress?
There's too much choice, the possibilities are endless.
So wash away my sins, give me catharsis!
We magnetize my moral compa**.
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Your touch, I cannot regret!
I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head.
You're so my kind.
Erotic and divine!
I gotta testify to how you purify.
To me you're more than a human.
You're more complex.
You're like a fallen angel.
Who use its god as a hat!
My kiss, can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs?
And on the nape of your neck?
Your touch, I cannot regret!
I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head.
You're so my kind.
Erotic and divine!
I gotta testify to how you purify.