Messed Up

You have me all messed up from the chest up
You simulate my mind; thoughts of you consume my time
You have my loins burning for your bump and your grind
Count all the number up and you’re a prefect dime
The way you sensually move you do that groove Hell!
You make my pants swell but I won’t tell

The contour of your body is as slick as the A4 Audi
Muscular, skin all tight I touch myself to images of you at night
Everything bout you I feel as if in Oz
When you take a shower I’m smelling your drawz
Even your sweat makes my mouth runny
Even your musk to me is like pure honey.
Yeah you have me messed up

I’m jealous of anything that is close to your skin
I’m jealous of that cross about your neck; Is that a sin?
I feel envious of your underwear
Even wish I was a pair
I want to get lost in your pubic hair
Yeah!

Your eyes force me to grind
The moon on your skin sends chills with in.
As we danced your sweat mingle with mine
You shower me with your salty enzymes
You have me all messed up from the chest up
And you make everything pound from the waist down.