“I love how wordplay, turns into foreplay,

Foreplay turns into 50 shades darker than gray,

Lips wetter than a rainy day,

Mental Stimulation, deep affection for the formation of your sentences,

The lure of your temptation,

Your body my new religion,

Your lips the creation, it all started so innocent like Genesis,

Lick the fantasies of my brain,

Drown me in the thoughts of your rain…”