huh well passion can never be ignited until you find your prince charming
Every Cinderella has her tale...
mine was always one never told because see when I move in the room
I claim everything in it
right down from the bar to the music to the dance floor of life
but u can always tell when they can't handle you...ladies you know what am saying
like when he step to you thinking he got game and just one little wiggle sends
him perspiring, a little gyrating sends his heart doing gymnastics and this snake realises huh
he cannot mate with a lioness
Or when you get the know it all Mr
the one that walk in the room tryna conquer all
thinking a few drinks and a little charm will be enough to show... he the king in this bitch
when what he really is, is a spectator that's watched too much of the discovery channel
that he don't know when you step in the real jungle
a lioness ain't that easy to tame....
so now you all alone on that dance floor..o so it seems
you handling your business swaying that thing and then a tap on your shoulder
gentle as the whispering rain
subtle as a wind blowing on your neck
your knees buckle into submission as the control channels through just that one little touch
as he softly compliments you and tells you just how beautiful you look
see, huh he ain't about the competition, he about the confidence and like a true lion
he knows how to make his queen feel like a gazebo because in his kingdom
she is his subject and all this communicated through a gentle touch.
then as the music plays,one rhythm after another your bodies naturally intertwine
to every beat he takes control and moulds you into every crevice of his body
you feel him breath softly downyour neck stripping every mindless desire as your body
tells him begs him and surrenders in the midst of it all....
and slowly his mind undresses you and your arch sees it
yet you cant stop the feeling you are at his mercy
he now makes you perspire and your pores give birth to your unspoken desires
one look in his eyes and it starts to pour
rivers starts flowing forming an ocean at the mouth of your cave
your lips tingle and your tongue learns salsa as it seeks to engage in this passionate dance that should last forever....even if forever is but a second.
Everything stands still...the music stops apart from the beat in your heart
your spirits are locked in that perfect picture
resting your hand on his chest and the other round his neck
he gets the sweet promise of your tender lips on him again
your tender kisses right on every part
from the top right down to the bottom
He knows he cannot let you go without cupids permission
for in that moment to do so would be the perfect crime
he holds you for a while longer and takes you in his mouth
a kiss so intense that only his hand would stop this ocean from overflowing
in his eyes you see the power
in this tongue you feed the passion
whats in his heart you know not
but in due season
you understand the movement of him was the very heart of you
your giant prince
and you his Cinderella
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