Is it possible to make a mistake with the knowledge of it being a mistake,
would it be a wrong thing to do to look out for you,
only you,
if only you are who would never hurt you,
true?
my African queen, you have colour blinded my sight,
now green is what i see at night.

let’s make love with our minds instead of touching one and the other,
we can watch while doing the one and the other,
before we make love let’s take a walk verbally,
let’s talk with our eye’s let play with metaphors lets role play from doctors to hoers,
but i love you and i respect you of course.

Imagine me touching you and you touching me,
imagine me loving you and you loving what i do to you,
I can hear your sweat dripping,
i can see it sliding of your shoulder to you wrist,
Girl lets add a twist i can give you a gift,
its called talent it can hurt more than a fist,
this is something pleasure invites pain too,
its something like a unicorn in a mist.

if i had a voice i would sing to you,
Hit a melody so high it could spring to the moon,
Then jump from star to star,
Don’t move stays where you are let me take this opportunity to mentally touch your body,
Make your head feel like a party loud but quite from distance.
Without slowly unbuttoning your blouse already with your stare i am aroused,
Lets burn a minute with a conversation swap views on contraception,
Making love is as much as physical, mental.

You see i wouldn’t purposely hurt your feelings i aim to touch you in a delicate spot,
and only stop if you ask me to stop,
I want to make you feel at a mountain top,
Hung higher than a painting and a clock,
surprise you with the feeling of my stock,
emotionally I’ll have on a lock with a heart colder than a rock,
But if you manage to get a tear out of me well its luck,
Girl you had me of my feet when you speak my hearts stops with a shock i get a black out with hard knock.