D-Liberate - It's Getting Late

It's getting late, you have to leave for work I know you're late, but you're wearing that
skirt. I see your face, you make that when you flirt
It's getting late, so let me get to work, yeah, oh
It's getting late

Your body is calling out for me Squeezing so hard I hardly breathe
Give me direction, wanna please I wanna please you, I wanna please you
I know you're late

Forever endeavoring for better ways of pleasuring your body

Wanting to experience everything you have From giggles and laughs of foreplay
To the end when we finish the next day And all in between
Listening, hearing, seeing Mental images sentence painting vividness
Collisions with sweat dripping Causing bodies slipping into bliss

Ecstasies mist twist through joined hips, thighs, and lips
Finger tips locked in place Safeguarding the parting of ways
Savoring the taste A continuation of time and space
As my mind races through the day Preparing for the next scene in the play

Reaching climax Times at a standstill
Allow emotions to fill, feel me

It's getting late
I know you're late
It's getting late
It's getting late
I know you're late
I see your face
It's getting late

Written by:
Dometrus Hawkins

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