Baby, it’s your stuff, I’m on fire.
The way you make love to me,
It sets my throbbing cock free.
It’s your nasty seductive grace,
Your big tits bouncing in my face.
You give me an itch I can’t scratch,
All I need is to frolic in your snatch.
Your loving is a lot like whisky,
It makes me crazy and frisky.
Your hot love really has me aching,
You’ve torn me up, got me shaking.
You rip me, scratch me, scar me,
You wantonly ignore my merciful plea.
You are the object of my desire,
Baby, it’s your stuff, I’m on fire.
Only you can mess with my head,
Then fuck me ’til we break the bed.
Everyone knows I’m a fool for you,
But you know my love is always true.
You got me walking on the high wire,
It’s you that has me singing I’m on fire.
Your hot body totally covered in sweat,
Has me paying my eternal love debt.
Despite my screams and cries,
I’m trapped between your thighs.
You can give to me raunchy rough,
Cause you know I take it nasty tough.
I’m crazy about your every touch,
You know I love you that much.
You are the object of my desire,
Baby, it’s your stuff, I’m on fire.
Copyright ©2014 Buz Bono. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of the author, Buz Bono.
