Shaniqua McCrae - Symphony

Our body language produces spoken word
Our touch creates this orchestra
That composes sexual melodies
Old school new school hip hop and r and b
The beat moans so sexually
Our rythme gets the best of me
Something about this song we make
That leaves me speechless
I let the instrumental play
Over and over as we roll over changing positions
And i listen, to your heart play my favorite verse
As i catch your stare we converse
Whispering lyrical legacies as you quench my thirst
As the noises in the room started clashing
Your love dripped off my lips like the beat was dragging
I took your lyrics and brought them into me
We made beautiful creations intimately
And you layed in my arms surrendering
To this symphony made of passion.

Shaniqua McCrae

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