When i taste you I get
that hint of sour apple
running down.
Complement my stomach,
taste two, taste three more
and more
I get a little loose.
You're fine like wine
and I'm drank off you, keep
it coming cause i haven't reach
the my few. I don't limit myself
cause I like being on you're
level not a lot do.
I like that you keep pushing
the point of going above and beyond.
You lit the candle that awaits
to welcome you in to escape
Just that you're finess
sont waste no time
getting me drank within.