Boy you'd better talk

Oh boy do you want the luciousness that is my lips,
The span of my hips,
The wiggle in my walk,
Then boy you'd better talk.
Do you want the raven of my hair,
The blue that is my eyes,
To touch the ivory of my skin,
As you cum within,
To the humm of your orgasm,
Then boy you'd better talk.
To sing with delight by the dawns early light,
Oh say can you see the beauty that is me,
Then boy you'd better talk.