Skin 2 Skin

It's how we sin....

Take off all your clothes cause in the end it's how we'll win,
I love some lingerie but skin to skin is how we'll sin,
with darkness as the cover aint no need in wasting time,
with kisses on your lips cause see below the waist is fine.

I am The Cunning Linguist; feel me practicing my craft,
of oral instigation; puttin b******s in your past,
to shame with how I do it; first is first and last is last,
in fact just call me F.I.C.A. as I grossly tax that a*s.

Before all that we'll lay back and put sumthin in the air,
I'll pull you close to me and whisper sumthin in your hair,
was aiming for your ear but damn I'm twisted lustfully,
my mouth and your vagina's where the both our nuts'll be.

I'll catch yours like I'm Victor Cruz; you squirt and hit some shoes,
I guess I couldn't catch it all; you have to win to lose,
it's warm like winter coats and thermals as I enter you,
it's just how nuts like us get down so girl let's git a few.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

One of my more sexually charged pieces.