Loins

I see that dress you wear reveals your inner thigh

I caught your coochie out the corner of my eye

Your basic instinct told me you got off on knowing

That your hoochie cooch was showing

And your mouth was shaped for blowing things

Can I put my finger on the object of my desire

Can't put the flame out, in my groin there burns a fire

I am a lover who just loves the way our love always joins

When you wrap me in the center of your devastating loins

You got that something that appeals to my direction