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    A LASTING SEDUCTION

    People always think that children of the Love Supreme can't get down with the git down. As if the Supreme legislates against sexuality. That's a bogus assertion nah mean. It's not sexuality that brings your spiritual house down it's who and why you sex-in. Let me show you how D.Greaves breaks it down.

     

    I want to want you

    more than you need yourself,

    if they ever sold your lovin' in the likka store,

    fo sho, I would clear the shelves,

    my one and only baby,

    your spirit's got me liftin',

    for so long I was sifting

    through the hurt to find a gem,

    and now you're here with me,

    I gotta say Amen

     

    Don't close your pretty brown eyes,

    I want you to see how I work,

    told you not to tease me

    by wearing that skirt,

    feel me,

    our love sounds will be staccato,

    when it comes to your lovin' I'm an aficionado,

    hold up,

    let me take off my Movado,

    tonight we're gonna be incommunicado,

    can you feel what I'm saying baby,

    my one and only lady

     

    All day at my 8 hour grind,

    I daydreamed about this moment in time,

    three dozen long cuts,

    and a chilled carafe of wine,

    if kissing your navel is a crime,

    then let me be a prime suspect,

    the Introduction to Extacy is my best subject,

    babygirl, let me be your architect,

    and come morning, with all due respect,

    to you, my Queen, I will genuflect

     

    Let me break it way down,

    BABY LET-ME-MAKE-LOVE-TO-YOU-ALL-DAY LONG,

    LET ME MAKE SWEET AND SOUR LOVIN' TO YOU ALL NIGHT LONG,

    we can be vertical, horizontal,

    let my lovin' tickle your tonsils,

    to your future I will be responsible,

    never will I do you wrong,

    head board bangin', mental bells ringin',

    back to front, moans and grunts,

    even sidelong

     

    Betcha didn't know I could RAP like this,

    Betcha didn't know I could TAP like this,

    Betcha didn't know I could booty SLAP like this,

    Betcha didn't know I was STRAPPED like this,

    Betcha didn't know I could ADAPT like this,

    Betcha didn't know I could THUNDERCLAP like this,

    Betcha didn't know I could Brown Suga SMACK like this,

    Baby,

    you are the first, the last, everything on my list

     

    And our beat goes,

    and our sexy beat goes,

    on and on,

    to the break of dawn,

    yeah, now I have you in my palm,

    ride your blacktop like it's the Autobahn,

    invade your love nest like I'm Genghis Kahn,

    make you melt like soft butter on a warm croissant,

    let's play act, when it comes to that,

    I'll be the terrible enfant,

    and you can be my chaste debutante

     

    Let me fetch some crushed ice

    so I can kool you down,

    my missle is launched,

    and it's coming inbound,

    you know how we do, who we be,

    so let's define the meaning of true fidelity,

    no addendums, no referrendums, no technicalities,

    let's show the world how the spiritual and the mental

    can produce a passionate physicality,

    specifically,

    my name is D'ee,

    and I will leave it written indelibly,

    on your love nest,

    oh, I'm so sorry,

    do you need some rest?

     

    HA!, I was only playin!,

    you know I have plenty of stamina,

    let's get Philly ghetto,

    come on, e-NIG-me Ma,

    you see babygirl,

    after tonight's consummation,

    tommorrow will be your coronation,

    our love will be our Eternal Proclaimation,

    signed and notarized by the Spirits,

    for the Love Supreme's confirmation,

    our stimulating copulation,

    will create a Big Bang,

    and realign the constellations,

    for past pains, let's pour a libation,

    make lovin' 'till we're warm,

    make lovin' 'till we're hot,

    and spark a conflagration,

    leave love's unbelievers shouting,

    THE ROOF, THE ROOF, THE ROOF IS ON FIRE,

    y'all don't need no water,

    let it burn with me and my one and only's desire

     

    The Love Supreme's children can do the do too, nah mean?!?

     

    • 16 November 2011
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