Monday, November 1, 2010

(GRINDING) In the Classy Way, of Course....

I'm Wet.
I keep thinking of You.
Not you.
You.

Touch me that Once and everything else is all hazy.
I want you.
Again.

I can't keep doing this alone.
It's getting Boring.
Rubbing
Fasting
Rubbing
Holding the pillow over my head.
No one else is in this room.

Be careful not to wake the Children

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9 Times

I guess I'm picky with fucking


Well baby I give it up
it's you I could choose
don't keep me waiting

This girl's got things she needs to do




Speak on it
tell me what you need






Put your hands on me baby




Can't stop my mind from thinking of you

How am I supposed to function



Got me feelin' for your lips on my kiss
my lower Hips


Can Not stop throbbing
Release Me
Now

All night



I'm hungry

I want and I need

pour it all over me





Up till now my eyes could see

Touch me once and it's all hazy



I don't know why and I don't know how

But somehow some way you got me




I can't explain
can't comprehend 



Finish What You Started