by Willie L. Green

I'm the cream of the crop
Or is that I'll make you cream like you can't stop
I'll take you on a fantasy climb
I'll drink your bath water...If you'll drink mine
I want to sex you down
Set your G-spot on fire
I'll lick you needs....If you'll suck my desires
Let me stand you hairs on end
Make your toes cringe
Make you call my name in tongues
I'll sex your ass 'til you need an "Iron Lung"
So come play with me, stay with me
But you don't want none
You talked all that shit
Until I said, "Let's get it on."
Now look at you
Panties wet before I even licked you neck
Gather yourself girl.  You're a nervous wreck
Got you bouncing like your panties been steamed
See what happens when I make you cream

Cream by Willie L. Green

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