Check it, I know you didn’t expect it

But the look of satisfaction let’s me know that you respect it

The tremble in your thighs let’s me know you don’t regret it

Cause the side that you neglected

Needed to be intercepted

And injected with my obsession to subject you

To a session of passion and undressing

Giving answers to all your questions

No need for second guessing

You’re my student here’s the lesson

How using passion as a weapon

Can relieve all of your stressing

Exchanging it for pleasing and a little bit of teasing

You ask me for a reason I say that it’s the season

To be living instead of dreaming

And now I’ve got you screaming

Headboard banging box spring squeaking

Begging me and pleading

Not to stop and hit the spot

Like you thought that I forgot

Giving you all that I’ve got

Steady pace to keep it hot

Stroking til I get you to release every drop

Direct and to the point, passive this is not

Aggression and assertion are delivered in each shot

Our flesh has become one, eyes and limbs are interlocked

Climaxes are reached, metaphorical rocks are popped

All movements are halted and have come to a stop

Laying still in shock with both our jaws dropped

In awe of what has occurred, speaking on this moment we will not

Words really can’t do this justice but I thought I’d take a shot

So for now shut it down and let the beat rock