BLACKBERRY MOLASSAS Blackberry molassas, heated in the sun Sweet, Sticky, Tangy, caught in the curl of his tongue His hands was like magic my body throbbin from his touch my mind could not contain his slow persuasive clutch I watched him cover my body sending tingles to my brain as he coated my areolar with pleasure and restraint Ohhhhh, such a creative mind who would have ever thought that my baby had a sweet tooth and a mission to be sort Damnnnnnnnnnn! That fruity, tasty, treat! got me honeysuckling at the knees I cannnnn,t stop these tremmors I know hes gonna eat me. Blackberry molassas, dripping on a peach ozzing down my mountains smothering my carmel cheeks coating for my thighs slippers to my feet My babys got a sweet tooth And he said, "he's craving me! BLACK.......BERRY....... MOLASSAS! (SMH) HEALING FO' YOUR ASSEST! whewwwww!