Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

The fire dept. can't help now....

Leave the jacks turned off cause there's no need for ladder trucks,
I know it's smokier than f**k but baby that's whasup,
we both have done some molly now we're steady blazin trees,
the night is in its infancy my baby; stay with me.

I'm lookin in your pupils seeing out the other side,
my life without you in it? Shiiit that'll make a brotha die,
like witnessing her child in pain can make a mother cry,
I'll show you just what might be gained if we 2 lovers try,

connecting body parts the way that God intend them fit,
I give you this brief message and I'll send it through your lips,
a slow and tender kiss that makes us tremble with the fits,
our tongues play Wrestlemania; some really splendid s**t.

My hands caress your body with our mouths cinched tight like rope,
it's simple physics darlin; there'll be fire where there's smoke,
our clothes then drape the floor; I'm glad you chose to stay for more,
the bed WAS neatly made as we go down; it aint no more.

I'm hard as concrete; in this urban jungle of New Jerz,
and as this fire burns to take us under you deserve,
the cunnilingual treatment that a man would give his wife,
I'll give my all to satisfy you or I'll give my life.

Your juices are so sweet; papayas apricots and pears,
my diet's very balanced as your salad's tossed with flair,
and I aint talkin Ric; no golden hair or figure four,
your cashews fly but yet I'm goin there to give you more.

The penetration's slow cause you're as tight as Twista's beats,
your legs are way up high; I suck your toes and kiss your feet,
I'm diggin in you deep like I'm a miner with a tool,
you're wet as melting snow in spring; don't mind me I'ma fool.

See that's the way you get me as you grip me; iron fist,
I must've gone ahead and passed away cause I insist,
that Heaven must be similar to feeling quite like this,
you steer me like a ship as I dispense that white'ning s**t.

The fire's burning out now; down to embers; still it smokes,
but won't completely get snuffed out til it's completely soaked,
we'll blaze the night away to get us higher; still there's hope,
this fight goes many rounds cause there'll be fire where there's smoke.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

I get in a mood sometimes where I just want to write dirty shit, it happens to the best of us I'm sure. This piece is from one of those times.