Liquor(pronounced lick-Her

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erotic

I remember watching Love Jones, the young man introduced himself as a brother to the night, but shorty never gave her pen name, so lemme pen her down in my book as...fine, fine as wine, I wanna drink her liquor like its been sitting in a barrel getting right for over 150 years, see hennessey ain’t got on what she serving, and to serve her I don’t take sips I take shots, multiple ones at that, cause grabbin that bottle and chuggin is drunkenness at a whole nother peak, *** drunk in love I wanna be drunk in lust as she bust and she cuss and maybe fuss as I put a tug to her hair, because you know black women are sensitive about their hair, but I don’t care, rather I don’t give a ***, she never should’ve given me the first sip, but don’t trip, cause once it’s chugged down, I’ll order another round, she’ll become my alize, my bacardi, my cognac, my A-B-C’s as I give her my A-B-C and she C-O-D, now believe me, it don’t take rocket science to figure out those abbreviations, let me slow and down and be patient cause in the movie, he was precise with his rhymes, he was the blues in her left thigh tryna be the funk in her right, well all I wanna do is *** you right to make ya mind go left, lungs collapse til you out of breath and the only thing that can bring you back is love, let me push a lil further to touch your inner turtle dove cause it’s christmas time around these parts always, hold that mistletoe up over my face so I can kiss it under the stars and allow me to drink from your bar again, one shot, two shots, faded beyond belief, let em take your hollow bottle and fill it up to its peak, you see, the crazy is that I don’t really drink, but around you, I seemed to take shots to the head the same way my head game causes spouts down your leg, now don’t make me beg when it looks like i had enough, I thrive on being drunk,  I see the whole point of Beyonce and Jigga, lemme be yo Shawn Carter and hit you with that hard knock life, see you ain’t the wife, but you taste like marriage, you missing the carriage but you can easily ride a horse, and forgive me for going hoarse at times, I never knew a woman could make a man scream, had me feeling and running like a at times, but that’s what liquor does, has us buzzed and not knowing what the hell is going on so, am I wrong for wanting to stay til close, or stay underneath your clothes, I dunno, that’s what I’m trying to figure out, but in the meantime, lemme get another round