Can do dips
and sip
in areas
you wish they would not go
but he don't listen though
so, there they go
slidin' down my nite gown
with a life of their own
tryna roam
and leave me whoo! goooonnnne
with the touch
that does that much
then diiiives
Into cracks and crevices
and all them a-reas
that need their touch
ooowee...oh so much
'til when the beggin' is done
and I almost come.....(Gotcha)
to the edge of that cliff
once again they dip
down there
beneath the stair
devil may care
leaving wet spots like rain
and other stains
that even Tide won't clean.
by Sista K
copyright 2005
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