Storm ThangA Poem by J. HamptonSelf Control.... is on God sometimes
Baby ... Come on in outta the storm lets kill this turbulence thing The humidity's been drowning me and I can't swim ...alone
Those lips could clear the atmosphere and more Your fingertips dance heavens clouds down my torso Makes me want you... more so
We wind up all...legs..and thighs damp hair and... sighs Makes the temperature ..rise in the air ...that moves between us
Cool sheets feelin' cheated elements defeated in thisssss...HEAT
Self-control ...depleated inner-man tryin' to beat it have to keep this right with God You deny your flesh callin' it a night for God
Blessssssssssssssss
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