Rising Tides

My big ego
crushing out her iceberg
When I'm broke she's real cold
But the friction got my mind
off track; all I think
all i've got left to do is sink;

into her deep ends
make her gag
like a thousand drowning corpses
take it slow baby no rushing
we've got all weekend
she say that depends
if my treasure chest
is full of stipends

I say to find out
she'll have to deep throat
Go immobile, cop a hands-free
If she's to suck my pennies
Till I'm high and dry
Guess I'm a sick bloke
Tie her up and spank her
Show her how to do retro

Cos when it's time
And my clock speaks
Her heels will either tick-tock
Or she will talk thick
Slobbering over this man meat
Like she speaking sanskrit

Her bottom is sinking sands
A tight tunnel slick with signs
Of readiness for action
Opportunity meeting preparation

The waters stirred and steamed
Hot tea, take a sip
Warm springs, take a dip
Diced fruits, juices drip
Sample her taste, don't be a tease
African dish, J.J kill and eat
Straight up like a therapist
I just got off my cushion
mean I just worked up an appetite

Ohh! Look how she moan
She speaks that language
Thanks to her tiny Rosetta Stone!
Hardening pressure points
pleasure spots on that Baro-guage

Called a Spade a spade
Now i get to dig it
An imprint or a landmark
Like these memories'll never fade
This cow is getting milked
Oiled-land, I'll have to rig it

We write songs
Under the sheets
Touch her tits
Fondle, squeeze
Striking notes of accord
Off-beat when passion sings
Slippery glove urging my pen on

To that point on this mount
Where the view down is breathtaking
Headed North, but joined south
Transported, hyperventilating
All inhibition forsaken
As she sings aloud

And next, to normal we're back
Exhausted for the moment
Butterflies in our brains
Smiling like we're both retards
Riding rainbows home
Stickly thighs still entangled
Till the tide rises again