Thinking of the kisses on the puckering lips
Chasing away the space for a close encounter
Between two loving souls with wetness to pounder
The exchange of embrace between thrusts and down trips

Will it be one-nighter or the start of something
The chemistry is set, we get a connection
The first meeting will go and set pulse's action
Both agreeing to meet in isolated fling

The head of the woman thinks she can win over
By being blowing horn for his prickness own stakes
Yet not understanding, he's a losing sweepstakes

Giving him a night's fun during his changeover
You might see him again, but only for pleasure
As he'll treat you with class in his bed for leisure.