Tell Me

Tell me what did it? What made you wanta get with it? Was it just a physical attraction? An animalistic reaction to pheromones? Could it just as easily have been Ms Jones? Well then, tell me. If you could pick just one… What’s got you sprung? Is it my naturally red hair? My beckoning stare? My soft thighs that make you sigh? Is it my perky ****? My honey coated lips? My smooth rockin’ hips that makes your heart do flips? Is it my sweet smell? Or how I can tell when you feel like hell? That my gentle caress makes your… head swell? Is it my firm round ass? My heir of confidence and class? My twist of sweet with a little sass that makes you watch the minutes pass? Is it my Cheshire grin? My milky white skin? The familiar smell of sin that almost made you let me in? Is it my soothing voice? My grace and poise? That during sex I make a lot of noise? That I hang with the boys? Is it my honesty? My stability? My desire for, but lack of humility? My strong sense of identity? That I don’t leave my fate up to destiny? That I see in others like you what they can’t see? Tell me. Come on baby, tell me… I need to hear it. Tell me. What was your favorite thing? Tell me it was more than just a fling. Tell me you still crave the love I bring. Tell me. Make me believe. Tell me when I fall asleep you won’t leave.