Break Down
The flavor of your lips, I savor
The flavor between your hips, I favor
Climax has my mind in a blur
Feeling weak, drowned in your liquor
Loving what I incurred
Only thing on my mind is for it to re-occur
Your body aligned with mine
Inclined
Declined
Behind
Supine
Either way is fine, as long as it’s mine
We finish, we go back to the starting line
Keep it unrefined
Occasionally confined
Competitive nature, making sure you’re the first to resign
Tap out when you’re outdone
After the re-run
When I broke your strength down to none
