Loins

I see that dress you wear reveals your inner thigh I caught your coochie out the corner of my eye Your basic instinct told me you got off on knowing That your hoochie cooch was showing And your mouth was shaped for blowing things Can I put my finger on the object of my desire Can't put the flame out, in my groin there burns a fire I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins You got that something that appeals to my direction You built a steaming tower of meat from my erection My fluid buildup led me to the precipice Of a volcano of my own orgasmic urge, which felt so nice Can I put my finger in the object of my desire Can't put the flame out, in my groin there burns a fire I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins What will you do in the night when I come to you Will you ride me into battle like Rohirrim do Can we mash up like potatoes and make the gravy rain It's the Beau Nair locomotion- come and ride that train Yea come on and ride that Beau Nair train When we get nude together and we are skin to skin You whisper those four magic words- Beau, stick it in I do oblige because I just can't get enough Of your delightful, wonderful, excellent, moist little muffin I love to stuff I wanna put your finger on the object of your desire I can't put the flame out, in your groin there burns a fire I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins Your devastating loins Yea you take me down to loin country safari