#MusicMonday – Imagination – Eric Bellinger

*listen to this sexiness here*

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

I know that you hate how much I be on the road
And how I be working late all night at the studio
I know you’re a woman and I know you’ve got needs
But I know that you never, never sneak out on me

How do you do it when it’s three o’clock in the morning?
And how do you touch it when you in that bed all alone?
Show me, show me, show me…

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
Girl you gotta show me.
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

Do I be on top of you? Do you be on the bottom?
And do we use protection? If we do, you know I got ’em
Do we skip the foreplay? Tell me, do we sixty-nine?
Do you prefer a quickie, or do we go hard all night?

I want to know what turns you on. I swear I’m dying to know baby.
So I can be all that and more.

Girl come through and let’s do what we do in your imagination
When I’m gone, show me how you pretend
How do you bend your knees?
How do you arch your back?
How do you scream my name when we’re in your imagination?

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Thirst For More (Thursdays)

Yum, yum
no blueberry;
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
or Hummingbird
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
breathless and
muted notes,
got
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
Yo…
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
to breathe;
take these,
150 strokes,
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.

And here you come.

Again.

Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©