Servings | Erotica

So, you think you are deserving?

Then you best do your damnedest to serve me

Serve me your body as it is, I said

Serve me your body as it is as it was when Eve formed from the rib

Work it for me like you working for a big tip

Working it to be blessed by every inch plus the tip that makes my third arm what it is

Play with intention, be specific, move scientific in your pursuit of my undivided attention

Swoo with a groove in mind that if you do it right, your legs and walls will be divided apart by my swole'st incisions

Prove to me you are the best decision, the peak of my interest

This night that very few have witnessed, show me what I've been missing

Make me wonder if regret will come to my door tomorrow if I don't take this chance

Make me conjure how I'll make that body dance inspired by the sway of your trance

Help me to thirst for the taste of your hourglass drift, so much so,

I'm engulfed in taking face first dives deep inside of your wet bottom lips

Until, you're left creaming, screaming, damn near pleading for my wicked tongue to halt it's deep rapid licks

Before, you're absorbed in a hungry mouthful of my heavy load in your sweet upper lips

After, having a continuous gulp of my aforementioned inch by inch plus the tip that makes my third arm what it is, run it back...

In reverse cowgirl running laps on my straddled lap riding bareback, looking back as you make it clap, don't hold it back, baby, throw it back

And drop them clean buck backs on a stallion, while I cock them mean thrust backs to meet the challenge

Buckwild is my style, so best better believe you gone take these gallops

There is no horse play when this horse plays in your tight place

My stroke game makes the nights long, my poke aim lays the strikes strong

Leave your mind gone, hot headed with brain that is never calm

Have your heart singing every song that ever got your silky kitty warm and moist ready to make them booty calls in the red-light hours

Turn my slow yellow to a bright green

Without speaking, let me know what you really mean is “It's you, that I really need.”

Get me to reconsider my reservations due to propositions by them pro positions of your tease

That ends with my hand holding your hand and me asking "Baby, please?"

That begins with a thick, swift pitch of my hard beginning greeting your tail end

Sending your swelled boat some rough winds

Swept up past the skies to the heavens

Firing you up from the inside out you would have to believe it was hell's gift

But I'm not one easy present to unwrap, and rarely do I chase the cat

So, as I state once mo', do well in your servings if you think you will be the one that deserves me

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Servings by SoL

Performance was STAYonLIT

Lyrics were Composed in SoL

Published via Embold with SoL

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MESSAGE FROM THE ARTIST:

This Artistic Piece of Literature is the Sole

Intellectual Property of The Original Author &

Copyright Owner by name of Steven O. Lynn

bka SoL aka Mista STAYonLIT; All Rights Reserved.

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