Aces and thanks

Girl, you're fuckin' up my poetry.
Cause with you sittin' there i can hardly see,
and I'm spittin' here, but i can hardly think...

bout anything but gettin us some coffee to drink,

bout anything but how i'm gettin close to the brink,
of breakin my silence baby and racin' for pinks...

And if we're playin for keeps, i don't plan on defeat,
the way you're rockin' them jeans girl, I'm prepared to cheat...

and i've got aces and sleeves and moves you wouldn't believe,
so i say we should bounce baby and just let your skin breathe...

Cause clothes are over rated, Girl our Souls are naked, and i wanna get to know yours, with no restraints kid...

And I've got plans for when you come undone,
let your legs encase tongues until you're speakin' in tongues,
I'll take you to heaven baby, chase you right up the rungs...

And I'm all about you gettin' yours...
i'm all about kickin mad base behind closed doors,
i'm about tearin up floors, 'bout shakin' up cores,
'bout how we'll keep this up till we can't take anymore...

Until our hips meet, and we face defeat,
of both you and me girl, cause we just made a we...
So sit back and breathe, while i restock my sleeves...

i've got my aces and thanks girl,
now i'll take my leave.