Jay

G×G

So it was midnight and we were up,,
There she sat on my lap,,
Navigating my body like a map,,
Caressing every spot and every gap.
I was her violin she was my harp,,
I had her rhythm she had my rap,,
Turned me on like a tap,,
Made me hit notes with a sap.
On her bed we laid for a nap,,
The rest was whispers of 'holy-crapp',,
I held her tight in my trap,,
And we got high than a weeded slap

Author's Note

Apologies for being me