45's

If ever I thought of you, let it not be in vain. As your lips are oh so memorable, amongst the greatest of pleasures stacked against the depths of my memories. Still calls to my sensual urges, despite the failed gratitude of a love's presence my soul tightly intertwined with lust, overrides all my logical instincts This deeper need for you chases the very mention of your name Sweet the look of the sweat beeding upon an upper lip, while biting your lower expression Eyes tightly hid, complicating the educated guessing running the length of your inner thighs Do your toes curl like the tips of soft wool like dreds Do we twist and turn only to be joined in a harmonious reenactment of our greatest hits Since the unfallon giants of Motown records Let our minds spin as we become lost to a found ecstasy! If I ever, thought of you.