Wrapped in silk and sugared schemes.
The sun can beg, the world can wait,
I’ll rise when I choose, I am always late.
Your hands may itch, your voice may plead,
But I’m a good girl who takes what she needs.
So hush your lips and hold me tight,
I’ll pout and tease you all damn night.
Sweet as sin, you got the whips
Don't wake me up
Unless it's with your lips.
hittman
