Beau Nair - Loins

I see that dress you wear reveals your inner thigh
I caught your coochie out the corner of my eye
Your basic instinct told me you got off on knowing
That your hoochie cooch was showing
And your mouth was shaped for blowing things

Can I put my finger on the object of my desire
Can't put the flame out, in my groin there burns a fire
I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins
When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins

You got that something that appeals to my direction
You built a steaming tower of meat from my erection
My fluid buildup led me to the precipice
Of a volcano of my own orgasmic urge, which felt so nice

Can I put my finger in the object of my desire
Can't put the flame out, in my groin there burns a fire
I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins
When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins

What will you do in the night when I come to you
Will you ride me into battle like Rohirrim do
Can we mash up like potatoes and make the gravy rain
It's the Beau Nair locomotion- come and ride that train
Yea come on and ride that Beau Nair train

When we get nude together and we are skin to skin
You whisper those four magic words- Beau, stick it in
I do oblige because I just can't get enough
Of your delightful, wonderful, excellent, moist little muffin I love to stuff

I wanna put your finger on the object of your desire
I can't put the flame out, in your groin there burns a fire
I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins
When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins
Your devastating loins
Yea you take me down to loin country safari

Written by:
Beau Nair

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