| All of this love is waiting for you
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| Impatient in love, I wanna love you right (Now)
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| Baby this love is ready for you
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| Impatient in love, I wanna love you right (Now)
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| Black is color of my true love’s hair, how I
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| Love to work my fingers through his afro (Afro)
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| You’re my chocolate pudding, sugar dumpling, keep me comin'
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| And I want you (Want you)
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| All of this love is waiting for you
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| Impatient in love, I want to love you right (Now)
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| Baby this love is ready for you
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| Impatient in love, I want to love you right (Now)
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| Black is color of my true love’s skin, how I
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| Love to rub Shea butter on his elbows (Elbows)
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| You’re my chocolate pudding, sugar dumpling, that somethin' somethin'
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| I need you only, I love you (Mm-mm)
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| It’s like a rhythmic Jenga to calm my capoeirista spine
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| Spread me east and west, legs like shores drawin' in the tide
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| Climb half-steps on the grooves of your neck
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| Blooms from your collarbone till you yank me back to human flesh
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| Limbs stretched across the bed, the rivers of
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| Serengeti, butterflies in my solar plex'
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| Fresh as a roller set, make love like we sort of
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| Sayin', callin' yes, flowin' tree on an old cassette (Bless)
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| The way I’m feelin' is one hard to describe
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| Tried to show you last night when you was parked between these thighs, close
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| And closed eyes, bone shake loose the fy’e, the ricochet of heat
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| Breathing life and death, inside you’re growin' hot
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| Time for time to sixty-nine
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| Ways to keep that sugar cane love sweet tooth satisfied
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| Tongue-tied between pleasure poems and prayers to divine
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| wait by the Jordan, breathe, my baby,
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| I hover over your mouth, collector of moods, arouse body
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| In the rain, when nimbus clouds and storms crowd
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| Love it when you moan in color under covers, overzealous, loud
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| Suck the sound off your lips, take somersault and Horace Brown
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| A thunder foundin', claim Earth with fertile ground
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| Fruit too sweet to eat with Autumn leaves fiendin' to fall down
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| Call for the Lord, try to hold on, don’t pass out
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| All aboard midnight train to Georgia, O’Keeffe, leave right now
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| I want to search the scenes of my river, thirsty for water, shivers
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| Winter is coming, whisper somethin' while the season tender
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| Body remembers voodoo on the woman in the mirror
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| Soft behind the beard, mention my name and watch his eyes tear up
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| Scream delicious, the physics could reach the hard of hearing
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| Peek in window, witness love making from another era
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| Sacred to shimmer moonlight, timid to grace your hand
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| The curtains shape and ride the to hold a fear
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| How does it feel to make love to this poet here?
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| Step over the tongue, taste buds in the
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| Named somethin' to hum, first chant an ancient prayer
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| Last added change, mezzo-soprano from your favorite chair
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| Fingers braided, deleted, naked, sheer
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| patient, face the portal 'fore it disappear
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| Sweet as quarter water, Arizona, and maple syrup
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| Fall into to my lover’s lips, I put 'em on to make it clear
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| Day breaks, the music of our escapes the ear
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| Silenced by the beats of our hearts against the ceiling fan |