It's Getting Late

It's getting late, you have to leave for work I know you're late, but you're wearing that skirt. I see your face, you make that when you flirt It's getting late, so let me get to work, yeah, oh It's getting late Your body is calling out for me Squeezing so hard I hardly breathe Give me direction, wanna please I wanna please you, I wanna please you I know you're late Forever endeavoring for better ways of pleasuring your body Wanting to experience everything you have From giggles and laughs of foreplay To the end when we finish the next day And all in between Listening, hearing, seeing Mental images sentence painting vividness Collisions with sweat dripping Causing bodies slipping into bliss Ecstasies mist twist through joined hips, thighs, and lips Finger tips locked in place Safeguarding the parting of ways Savoring the taste A continuation of time and space As my mind races through the day Preparing for the next scene in the play Reaching climax Times at a standstill Allow emotions to fill, feel me It's getting late I know you're late It's getting late It's getting late I know you're late I see your face It's getting late