Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Malbec lyrics

Making out on the way into the house
Mouth connected to mouth moving
Onto the couch i got a bota box in the
Kitchen I wanna get out
Having fantasies about what I wanted
To say and how
In the living room lighting she
Looking like Vanessa Daou
Feeling like an animal now the
Way my prey getting down
I wanna get lost in a moment
And melt away into nothing
But sensory in a way I never figured out how
Hand on the neck, Hand on the
Pussy, Hand on the hip
Hand on the thigh fat squishy grip
Rubaiyat passage just slipped into my
Mind and dissolved it to
A substance I could make
An aphrodisiac with it
I put her arms up and made her
Arch her back and pulled her
Dress up and as I'm looking down
It felt like I'm baphomet i got lower
Taking in the body scape moon glower
Take her thong off so I could truly show her
Head down torso grip shiny
And wet with something
Going up the side of it next
Apply with the pressure, the slightest of it
Arriving to the destination with hella
Pleasure deriving from it
Eye contact throwing bomb neck swirling
Motion pattern got you
Seeing visions of a taller
Glass of kissing bandit
Logging in to make you come and
Logging out after you had it
All that you can have it after
All for all intended magic

I know you know I know you know I
Know you know just what I want
And how to get it

Purposes, purposes to consummate
Using friction and weight on all
The readily sturdy surfaces curvature
Curvy hips, big lips, perky tit's
Tied the wires of our nerves and
Decided to call it sex

I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I let you have
I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I make sure that you have it

I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I let you have
I would let you get a taste of my love
Anytime you want I make sure that you have it