It's a friday night and i'm chillin at home. The room is cool and i just got out of the bathroom. The lights are turned off,leaving only a beam of red light. I'm cuddled in bed and thinking about you. My love,how far have you gone away from me? My heart sees you from a distance,my soul feels your endless and succulent touches. In my thoughts,my lips are fixed firmly in yours,leaving our tongues to scrub and wash. We're rolling to the left and back to the right and i'm like,pause! Turn on the red light and lets make our red light district. The caresses are just right on point,leaving the vein with no other choice than to circulate blood that is highly infected with passion. The current is high and i can feel the spark. Just one more touch from me and you'll be set on fire. I hear voices talking in hush tones. Could they be ours? Lets not wake the sleeping neighbours with this childish game that we play. Let's add spice,style and class to this work of nature. In a matter of seconds,i turn on the player. An mp3 collection of jazz and oldies beckons on me and without much ado,i slot it in. First on cue is toni braxton's spanish guitar,followed closely by r.kelly's half on a baby. Up next is the isley brothers,michael bolton and then marvin gaye. I've got this feeling that tonight is a good,good night. The music goes on and on and on and of course,we also go......... We take a break and soon get back to business. A bottle of bailey's on the table,a large jar of honey and a medium sized bowl filled with ice cubes. Let's just make it tu-sh and creamy. The job is all on me and the pleasure is all for you. The satisfaction is what we both share,with the intentions of starting all over again. By 3am,we're both knocked out and fast asleep. At the break of dawn,i awake to find a messy room. Cans of redbull,jar of honey with ants all around,an empty bottle of irish cream and a large bowl of water. What's this messy thing and what have we done? Ok,let my readers judge you and I.

Judgement-Bro,u no well. #lmao