Musical Sex Partner Chair

Modern day relations, like musical sex partner chair, ones who hatin' and ones who equip that flair until it manifests itself look at who, it's you who stare. One up the next hun, she lovin' the sex and... done. The time it lapses and collapses before you know it the gaps fit. No orderly fashion, disorderly facts win, over and over, the cycle is waxed in. Keep it proper, every turn is a learning curve, every nerve is a burning verb. You know desire is much like a rush of adrenaline herb, your body is enough to make it gaudy and such, my bad, the other half is naughty by touch. I nod you a blush, mind you, we speak of a blind crush. At last, am I not in a rush, slower than a fatty devouring his patty when it comes to another lust... And gladly, I'm steady at ease,and ready when it comes down to the please... Be aware, I'm not one to, stop, look, and stare. I know these ruckus is part of the glare, picture palette, when painted I see another foul hit, but this smile never quits. Blank blank blank.