I respond to your need, like a hunter to the pride. Your the passion that I seek; the huntress by my side.
The bleeding of your past - I'll rip it asunder and redefine... show you wonder when all you knew was lies.
Like a reef, I team with life and you validate me like the sea and tide.
I'll be your foundation when you need to ride, understand you and let you soar after we collide.
Instinct tells me to shield you and hold you tight; encircle you from behind.
When you look in the mirror, the gaze that you feel is mine.
Kaleidoscopic colors swirl in your mind -
Heaven is the way we intertwine, caressing with fingertips... sexy as calypso and nakedness;
the pleasure of our dance, a perfect trip. The passion of your kiss, perfect lips -
I close my eyes and all I see is bliss... not just a gift, but an answer to my wish... you receive me as I crash into your hips.
My gypsy takes it like a whip, and welcomes my tryst. Wear my love on your arm and let me kiss your wrist.
I'll heal the scars on your heart and seal the rips. Love isn't pain - Love is this.
My devotion never dies - like a phoenix from the flame, it will always rise...
transcend. Mistakes are made by men, but Truth never denies...
what it knows is right. I hope you love me for my real, and not a facade of lies.
I wanna hold your hand, for our fingers to blend, and blend the colors in our eyes.
You feel me for my size, but I want to intertwine your life with mine,
so our love can never capsize... I want to be your strength in times of sighs.
Hold on tight - I need your ring finger to refract my light; my gravity is fierce - it never shies.
Please understand, the passion that you possess of mine, is your highest prize.
I want to be the hand that caresses your cheeks, in times of cries.
Your love and reason for life - I'll strive to be that, even if it takes a thousand tries.
I pray to be the steel in your spine and to hold you in times of strife.
Your love is ripe. I wanna pick it apart and when I pick it, I wanna take my time.
Every rhyme has a reason - you're the Reason that I rhyme.
I wanna steal Life with you, like Bonny and Clyde, increasin' every crime.
Please don't tease me with your time.
Any given season, even my breathin's gonna shine.
I want my love to refract off your every degree, each crease and every line.
She orbits me without even tryin' and tryna' sever our dance is a treasonous sign.
I'll explode like a supernova and leave 'em where they lyin'.
My love for you is seethin'; I believe that it's blind.
But, it can feel and it would take a thousand cretins to bind - even Distance it can climb.
It's Heaven's pistons when we grind; I want my surname to be yours, and be pleasin' in your mind.
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Mmmmm, yeah - that beat is so ill
the first time, I saw your walk, I knew
I was goin in for the kill,
duplicitous - genteel with a savage will.
Like the lion on the savannah, who stalks the gazelle
So tender with your style, I stood there, straight still,
and stared, stalked, watched, locked on without a fucking care.
I wanted you to look - yeah, gimme that sexy glare.
Your girls were like, look at him, hes locked on you, beware
he wants you
yeah, that beast right there.
Yeeeah, this beast right here.
I savored the way you tossed your hair,
sexy blond locks, dancing in hypnotic layers
the way your thighs lusted at me - what a perfect pair.
I wanted your unnnnh,
yeah, I wanted to savor your garden with care,
wanted to till, wanted to show you that I was for motherfuckin real.
I wasnt gon stop until, you let me in the middle, til we made a deal,
til you responded to my caress, and let me make you cum at will.
I loved to feel you from afar, but I had I had to taste you, near.
I could sense your pheromones so fuckin clear.
I wanted to see you in your teddy, wanted to be your bear;
so fuckin sexy, I just had to make us a pair.
I used to see you in my mind, when Id unleash my prayer.
I have to see my reflection in your eyes -
the way they shine in the light and glow like a brazier,
the way they're cauterized in my mind, it's too much to bear,
to look in the mirror and know that I let you disappear.
Every time I sense you near me, I just wanna fuckin tear,
remove and open and make my heart so fuckin clear.
I dare, you to challenge a stallion,
Ill make you know that youre a mare.
I hope you came prepared - Im built to torture you,
make you cream, make your senses scream and make relaxation severe.
I want to be the reason you have sweet dreams, and live fulfilled.
I want you to understand that Im a man,
I aint a player, that theres no games, and that US is the thrill.
I want to live to be your dealer and for you to be my solitaire.
She speaks like her night stand keeps a book, and her boom box knocks tracks with out a single radio hook - track 1 tells you to think twice, 'cause her love's like fire and ice, and track 2 tells you that you got shook... track 3 tells you put it in perspective and perspective's why she made you look. She's poised in elegance, like she's stands to the left of the King, with her left guarded by her bishop and her rook. Track 4 tells you, imagine if she ruled the world... imagine that - she's like black diamonds and pearls, to a crook. She got you selfish. Track 5 tells you it ain't her fault, you want her to your self and can't help it. A-U-D-I-O is how she spelled it and G-A-S-M is how you felt it. Style so unique - turn up the volume and find some humility. Don't even speak. Lemme clarify the frequency. She's a solid gold independent track to a sea of fake records and radio freqs. Your highs and lows are distorted - I think your connection's weak. She looks like a Vogue model of the month, any day of the weak. Somebody get Miss Kristine some coffee and a Bazaar Magazine, please!! The shoot starts in sixteen and she ain't done gettin' chique. She's high-bias and the real cat's like it, 'cause she performs at high-density. She's like a goblet of pinot grig, off a Napa leaf, standin' next to a glass of chianti: it can't compete. She looks better than a Tiffany, wearin' head phones and her Vitoria's Sec. These bitches just secrete 'cheap,' like they ain't shielded in gold - their signal just leaks. She'd make you drool, fresh up out her sleep with out even brushin' her teeth - just ask my man, Johhny Teach. She looks fierce at any angle, black and white, color or crayon, unadorned, or rockin' diamonds and bangles, smellin' like Chanel Number... ANNNGEL. These sloppy sluts SHOULD hate they just hang limp and dangle. You could call her a 'bitch,' but she'd probably just thank you. Her boys don't even need to bang you. She'll just whip you with her tongue and rearrange you, laugh while she games you - Charlotte's Web will mentally HANNNG you... singin', "LIAR-LIAR-PANTS-ON-FIRE-WOLF-CRIER-AGENT-WIT-A-WIRE." Audio gon' know it when she plays you...