Anticipation

Do you know how crazy it drove me to be so close but not get to see you?

The almost, almost killed me.

Anticipation through the ceiling 

When I do, though

I can’t make promises…

I can’t say I won’t give in

cuz It’s all I think about

My lips, your tongue, your mouth

My tongue, your lips, those hips

I wanna taste what I’ve missed

Lick the spots I’ve missed kissin

Find your spot and wear you out all night

All I ask is that you bite 

hard as ever

scratch my back

come back to back

touch my soul forever

You said it was intense

The energy, the emotion immense

too damn good to remain in past tense

I’m ready when you are

Please don’t stray too far

You said he’s good to you

and doesn’t deserve it

And to be honest, that type of Karma ain't worth it

So I’ll have to wait till you feel like I’ve earned it

Then Imma work it

like a hustle

finesse and muscle

bring you there a dozen times

remind you that that ass is mine