Your hands on my hips pull me right back to you. I catch that thrust, give it right back to you. You're in so deep, I'm breathing for you. You grab my braids, arch my back high for you.
It's a midsummer night hour and I'm thinkin. about cha babe,wanting you. I wish you could catch a jet plane,I know you. would,if only you could. The finances ain't what we'd like,and.