Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bilingual, artist - Jose Nunez. Date of issue: 09.10.2011
Song language: English
Bilingual |
| The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice |
| Hearing you speak my name |
| Beckoning me to answer |
| Telling me you want me |
| So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love |
| Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us |
| Tracing your shadowscape |
| Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and |
| All its divinity and I praise you |
| Because all of that is for me |
| I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies |
| Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts |
| Dripping down my chin |
| Your taste is something Godiva couldn’t re-create |
| Needing every atom of your anatomy |
| Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity |
| Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness |
| Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes |
| In my daydreams |
| Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum |
| And it makes me want you right there and then |
| Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get |
| Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a |
| rock and your hard place |
| As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and |
| all I want you to do is extinguish it |
| You know my body like the back of your hands |
| And touch me and send me into ecstacy |
| My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high |
| Body rising |
| Sweating |
| Panting |
| Make-up melting |
| Pulling my hair and |
| Scratching my back |
| I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words |
| in a four octave-range screaming your name |
| Aye papi… *English Translation of Spanish Lyrics* «You are so big and so |
| hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin.» |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine |
| And I struggle |
| As you lick torturing me |
| I try to get away but |
| Not really |
| Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed |
| by my stilletos |
| Again |
| You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still |
| And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me |
| Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told |
| You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you |
| You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it |
| Again and |
| Again |
| My face radiates with after-glow |
| My pillow scented by you |
| A fragrance which haunts me |
| My room smells of the best sex |
| Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me |
| Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |
| You f**king me makes me bilingual |