You want it more and I would love to please you more
Walking to the bed makes my mouth hit the floor
I must be lucky because right now you are my high score
Looking and thinking of that rich taste which makes me feel unpoor

The walk that you provide ponders my mind and that look in your eye send chills up my spine
Spreading your legs with my mouth,
I witness strawberries and peaches and my tongue goes up and down
The moans and chillsI see you go through puts me in a whirl

You riding my face as you're pulling my curl
Screams come out while my tongue is in a swirl
Wetness drips down my throat and lips
Tasting your sweet juices makes me want to grab your hips

Inside I go with me and you want to taste yourself off my lips