Analysis of King

Damn king how I’m loving your chocolate skin tone. How your hands caress my backbone.  How your body feels against mine. Making me moan.  Make me wish you were home. Instead I’m alone. Day dreaming wishing those big hands would grip me up.  Making Mami wait.  Making me want you more.  What does the king have in store?  

Set your crown at the foot of my bed and work your way up.  Learn about all the little crevices on my body. Make me wet with that sweat.

Our bodies making these rhythmic movements only we know so well. You take me to a place that makes my heart race.

Your hands are soft like butter, baby they make me stutter.  You’re not a want you’re a need. Making me weak, making me peak…