Making Up

I almost love the moments when we get angry at each other and leave to go to work for tha day, kuz I know when we're back at home it's not gonna stay that way. Especially when it's all your fault, you always make it up to me just right. It's more so extra perfect when I've been holding tha juicebox from you while keeping it extra tight. Those are tha moments when you cook my favorite foods, and even take me out for dessert to any place I choose. You run that special bubble bath for me with tha rose petals and my favorite lit candles. You tell me not to move a muscle, the undressing part is yours to handle. You put me in tha warm sudsy water and hand me a kush blunt rolled up in a grape swisher sweet, and I spark it up and relax while you begin to wash my feet. I'm feeling high as hell and enjoying being pampered by you. I could get used to this everyday, but then it wouldn't feel as special when you do what you do. Tha bath is done and you dry me off and rub me down with mango massage oil with ease, Kissing me on every inch of my skin while flicking your tongue here and there as a tease. You turn me over, look deep in my eyes and tell me that I'm your sexy Queen... And then you put your head between my thighs and eat up everything that's in between. Licking and slurping up my honey drips... While I'm moaning kuz you're swallowing with every sip.. My body's trembling like I'm having convulsions, tha bed is drenched with juice from my liquid explosion. You kiss it and then let me taste my panty flavor from your lips and tongue. You're a face monster and that's another reason you've always had me sprung.. And you look at me and say, "Baby, is there anything else I can do? You know I'll do anything to right this wrong, while making up with you."