- Nov 8, 2003
- 166
- 74
Right now your just a fantasy....
This nubian king with locs made of gold
Brown skin that looks to have been touched by god himself
and lips the color of cocoa beans
A beautiful black brother.
I close my eyes and i feel you as if you were here....
Your hands rough against my soft skin
Your breaths kissing my breaths
There's electricity between us.
Your eyes roaming my curves in admiration.....
I feel you.
But right now your just a fantasy.
Your voice Is like the sun dancing across waters
It quickens my heartbeat...
and dampens my flesh.
You are a craving i have yet to taste
Because right now your just a fantasy.
When i wake i realize that
Your hands have been replaced by mine
and your breaths were actually the cool summer breeze caressing my lips
and your voice was just a track from my favorite mixtape
This nubian king with locs made of gold
Brown skin that looks to have been touched by god himself
and lips the color of cocoa beans
A beautiful black brother.
I close my eyes and i feel you as if you were here....
Your hands rough against my soft skin
Your breaths kissing my breaths
There's electricity between us.
Your eyes roaming my curves in admiration.....
I feel you.
But right now your just a fantasy.
Your voice Is like the sun dancing across waters
It quickens my heartbeat...
and dampens my flesh.
You are a craving i have yet to taste
Because right now your just a fantasy.
When i wake i realize that
Your hands have been replaced by mine
and your breaths were actually the cool summer breeze caressing my lips
and your voice was just a track from my favorite mixtape
