THE VANILLA LIFE IS BORING

  

I BLAME YOU FOR MY HIGH STANDARDS OF AFFECTION THAT I SEEK.  

I BLAME YOU FOR THE NEED TO WANTING TO BE SPOIL BRAT. 

I WANT YOU NEAR MY EARS, 

I WANT TO HEAR YOU TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU MISSED ME! 

I WANT TO FEEL THOSE WORDS VIBRATE IN MY EARDRUMS, 

THAT THEN SENDS CHILLS DOWN MY SPIN.  

I WANNA FEEL SO SPOIL IN YOUR HANDS  

I WANNA FEEL SEXY WITH YOUR WORDS AND TOUCH. 


I WANT TO BE TOLD "NO ITS ABOUT YOU, JUST LAY BACK DADDY GOT YOU!" 

AND I DON’T USE THAT TERM DADDY.

BUT YOU, YOU BRING THE BAD OUT OF ME! 

YOU MAKE WANT TO BE DISOBEDIENT, JUST SO YOU CAN SLAP MY BIG ASS. 

I WANT YOU TO GET ME TO A POINT WHERE THERE IS PUSSY JUICE RUNNING DOWN MY LEG.  

I WANT YOU TO LICK IT ALL UP AND TAKE CARE OF MY LEAKY FAUCET.

LETS SEE IF YOU CAUSE INCREASE THE WATER PRESSURE. 

 

YOU GIVE ME SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO.

YOUR VOICE SOOTHS MY EARS. 

SINCE LATELY IVE BECAME SENSITIVED TO THE BULLSHIT.  

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