You can tie my hands behind my back
and lick your initials in my neck..
Foreplay does nothing for me, but
commitment makes me wet.
I already know you’re having an affair with words,
but boo.. I’m married to it.
My vocabulary leaves most men wary.
I need to know.. Can you get into it?
Would you let me lick you with alliteration
and tie you up with similes?
Give you pain and pleasure with solliquies
until you beg me for release?
I think we can have the ebonic plague solution..
Lace me with your lexiconic seed
and in 9 months we can start to raise
the revolution.
