Forget you not

Malicious and vicious describes the hips of a vixen.
Nothing but an apron on cooking in the kitchen.
Erotically massaging the temples of my missile.
varying degrees of position but the motion is simple.
We're giving the engines time to engage.
so that insertion is properly arranged.
Don't want to start off to fast, so we slow it up.
Hypnotic rotations make the juices slowly erupt.
Late night escapades while the room's surrounded.
Many muffled sounds but my name is candid.
Kool-aid smile represents my ego.
She says its too big but mama ain't feeble.
Riding that stallion like no other could.
Holding on with her talons but it feels so good.
Sex is always the same, but this is somehow different.
If I was creating a masterpiece she would be the reference.
Shirts torn, rug burns, shorts thrown, undies gone.
Mouth gaped, spine arched, cover clinched, for goodness sakes.
Sitting on my bedroom floor gives us time to reminisce.
Fast asleep in my arms aspiring to be Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Waking up to the smells of a freshly prepared breakfast.
It's almost time for work but I don't think we going to make it.
A shame all that food went to waste.
But honey and syrup took its place.
Hand an Hand up the stairs and into the shower.
Caressing every depression in all directions for hours.
Body doubled over with my paws on your shoulders.
Slow, deep strokes got our legs feeling like boulders.
Its been a minute since I had these feelings.
The butterflies carrying me up and through the ceiling.
I can honestly say I'll forget you not.
Me, you, and the kids sailing off on the yacht.

-Yung Urban