Hey is the hunger in the night?
The moon light kissing the nips on the model frame
I kissed her in her thigh
Closed my eyes she began to make me fit, she like to go the mile
All the while i could see her tear’d bit
I forgot her name, something that sounds like Penelope, maybe a french twang to it
Her tongue was quick, she was french, i knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism
She like that young ***** vibe, my brown skin, my shag-dog fro, im king to her
And she will please her friend for me, so funny had to starve(???) and regardless(???)
Naked is always honest, her hands all over my privates, lost in the mood