The room was full of smoke and the smell of cigarets added to the stink, it was a classy joint, but little did he know that she was already making her way towards him with fallacious intentions.
She was a hardheaded woman, she know what she wanted and she was used to getting it, come hell or high water. Beautiful? she could put Venus to shame, and boy can she move, SHE COULD MOVE, her walk would drive mere mortal men to their grave, she could hold the room breathless at the up-swing of the hips waiting for the other hip to swing back up and down, and as she’s swinging her hips she makes her way towards him.
He was a poor man, quite and mysterious, the sort of man that would catch your attention but for a moment and then immediately forgotten, but danger would think twice before crossing him, and he had the scares to show it. Although, nothing about him was an indication about what would happen later, or at the great man that he was destined to become.
So she walks up to him looks him in the eye’s as she bends down real slow to fix her stockings, al the while fixed at his gaze she says:
Do I move you, are you willin'
Do I groove you, is it thrillin'
Do I soothe you, tell the truth now
Do I move you, are you loose now
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
Are you ready for this action
Does it give you satisfaction
Are you hip to what I'm sayin'
If you are then let's start swayin'
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
When I touch you do you quiver
Form your head down to your liver
If you like it let me know it
Don't be psychic or you'll blow it
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
That pleases me
