clapping cakes

Verse 1: I want to taste every inch of your skin, feel your body tremble under my touch. Your breath is ragged, your eyes are dark with desire. I'll make you beg for more, make you scream my name. Your tits are perfect, your ass is round and firm. Pre-Chorus: I want to grab, to squeeze, to devour. You're so wet, so ready, your body aching for release. I'll make you come, make you forget your own fucking name. Your mouth is a sin, your tongue so skilled. Chorus: I want to feel it, taste it, savor every moment. Your body is a masterpiece, a work of art. I'll worship you, make you feel like the only star. Your hips are so perfect, moving so smooth. Bridge: I want to grip them, pull you close, feel your body grind against mine. Your moans are music, your screams are a symphony. I'll make you sing, make you lose your fucking mind. Your body is a temple, and I'm a sinner. Outro: I want to worship you, make you feel so good. Your needs are dark, your desires so deep. I'll satisfy you, make you complete.