"Decisions.. Decisions"......not 4 tha immature

What to do… what to do…,

My mind’s in a mirage, thoughts of her, thoughts of you,

Thoughts of now, thoughts of then,

Thoughts of how it begins, and thoughts of how it ends,

Whether to accent your scintillating body and touch so soft,

With the sweat from your body contracting and expanding under my finger’s wistful thought,

Or to wait,

To make her body explode into a lust to last longer than Viagra,

And to make her waters fall faster than the Niagara,

See you reap the benefits of my money, the pager, the phone,

She reaps the benefits of my love engraved only in a stone,

So you see my dilemma,

You’re all ready, marinating in your own juices, releasing your sweet scent attracting my body,

It would take all of god’s will just to fight the temptation that’s before me,

But in my imperfection, I sought an intersection of mind and body, and any thought of our separation, would require the help of divine intervention,

And in this sweet convection, I noticed a change in complexion, a growing tan for the heat rising from our bodies’ interaction,

Then I went home, to make her succumb to my musical rhythm,

The prongs of my tongue, lightly playing her strings, watching her lust gradually transform into s*xual fanaticism,

And in this cataclysm, she showed me growing desire, not through her vocals, but by the actions of her vocal chord,

And as my head rolled back I noticed the dips of her wetness on the floor,

And then she impales herself onto me, secreting the thick fluid of pleasure,

Her pace depicting guidance from only her animalistic instinct in nature,

And right before her insides glistened & reached heaven, she beckons,

That only with us together she would allow there to be a second,

So my decision’s been made,