She makes me thirsty
Like the egyption desert
or vegas deep in the summer time
My mind yearns for the coolness of her sublime
the water falls that drips from her hips
She makes me thirty
like the feeling after a 10 mile run
or the rays of the mid-day sun
i burn like the african sand
I live to to cup my hands
and drink from the well of her sweetness
until my toungue is well supplied
or her knees beggs to run and hide
I will continue to pursue
Because she makes me thirsty