Vodka

THE FLAME IN HER EYES
I stare at her like I am spellbound
She welcomes me with open arms, necessarily don't need to spend a pound
All I want to do is lay with her and bang
On a rosy bed full with roses and flowers, with legs spread apart,my shoulders are there for it to hang
As the thrusts get deeper,her moans get louder
There's this spot I hit well,i do it like I'm the founder
While I'm taking a little while to prepare my creamer
She encourages me well, oh dear! She's a screamer
I'm really doing my thing in a way that's lofty
The soundtrack beneath me is damn getting throaty
Positions are switched and sides are changed
In dire need of this feelings,my emotions are chained
Steadily, steadily she rides with care
What I'm really looking at? This type is rare
Not only with cane do you experience some strokes
Burn and Burn we stoke like rogues
Run,Run,Run I'm about to explode
Oh well! Oh well! Her courage can carry the load
Two backs lay up staring up to the sky
We race to the kitchen cos the hunger is high...