Mind Hook-up
Mind Hook-up Lyrics
It’s time for some mind lovemaking, we ain’t got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just talk
Pardon me, love, but you seem like my type
We could, roll some weed, play some records and talk
Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt
But tonight we’ll attempt a different route
How bout we embark, with a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons
See, I ain’t got to get in your blouse
It’s your eye contact that be getting me excited
Reflecting my light, when it shines, just taking our time
Before the night’s through, we could get physical too
I ain’t attempting to say I don’t wanna fuck..cause I do
But for me, boo, making love is just as much mental
I like to know what I’m getting into
(singing): before we make love
African princess, tell me your interests
Wait, let me guess, boo: you most likely like poetry
Here’s a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around
So let me take this chance
Take a walk vocally, make a bond certainly?
Cause in my forearm I bet your mitt fit ideally
And it’s like we floating out in space when you flirting with me
C’mon, a little make-out don’t hurt
Imagine my chest under this T-shirt, your bootie under your skirt
It’s like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis
The balance that means finish switch, our aim
Is to touch you in a gentle spot
She smiles; I smile
She walks – no – she glides softly by me, switching night into day
She opens her mouth to speak
And so sounds ring in my head
She speaks, and I want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, enhancing my desires
As I place my arms around her waistline
Hold and squeeze unto me
I want to melt into her bod, and detect the base of her warmth
She’s love, she’s truth
She’s real, as real as the starlets that shine in the heavens
As real as the sun that bathes her figure
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose
That blossoms in Spring – for she is that rose
And not just any rose, but a black rose
A black rose, that stands as Creator
Of nations of black roses
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round