All About His Pleasure
In de dark of night, shadows play on de wall,
Your skin, soft like satin, mi hear you call.
Eyes like fire, burning deep, hypnotic flame,
Mi soul quake, whisper your name.
But oh, why mi heart beat so wild and free,
When I imagine another tasting you, not me?
Mi man, mi king, mi forbidden bliss,
Why would I share dis heaven's kiss?
It eh jealousy dat choke mi breath,
But de sweet surrender, close to death.
De tingle, de ache, de endless desire,
Fi watch him rise, consumed by fire.
Let anudda hand feel di silk of his skin,
Let anudda mouth taste what lies within.
Is not betrayal, no shame, no scorn,
Is fi him joy mi heart was born.
Di way him lips part, di sound of his sigh,
When pleasure grip him, mi feel mi fly.
Not every treasure meant fi keep alone,
Sometimes, to share is to sit on a throne.
De dark is sweet, it wraps us tight,
Twisting hearts, blurring right from night.
I want fi see him in bliss so true,
Even if it means di world go blue.
So mi say, take him, drink him deep,
Make him forget till his soul can't sleep.
And when he return, dis fire still burns,
Cause mi heart eh break; it only yearns.
For lust is a dance, a wicked play,
And love a river dat twist and sway.
Mi man, mi king, mi secret treasure,
Why? Because it’s all about his pleasure.
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