You're Mine

I want you: you’re mine
Your face
Your eyes
Your lips
Your nose
Your hair
Your skin
Your smell
Your taste
Your blood
You’re mine
You’re mine
You’re mine
You’re mine
Your hand
Your arms
Your chest
Your back
Your ass
Your dick
Your legs
Your feet
Your sweat
No, not you teeth,
But I’m love them
When you get them baby
You’re mine
You’re mine
You’re mine
Jamél, Jamél, Jamél
I want your: You’re mine
Gimme some that