What cha know bout love?
Nothing, you can't know true love if you've never felt it
Thats like picking out a flower blindfolded and never smelled it
Love is that first smile, and how yours heart melted
When you looked in her eyes and the new feelings you dealt with
Love is pure like a painters blank canvass,
Love is what you make it, a feeling that you can't miss
But love can be dangerous in the hands of the evil
Cause love also has the power to mislead and deceive you
It's easy to say "I love you" and many will believe you,
But loves only real, when two loves are equal
What cha know bout romance?
Yeah, you aint got a clue
Call her up at work just to say "I love you"
A note on the pillow, I'd put nothing above you
Little pet names like Suga and Boo Boo
It doesn't take much to let her know that you're true
A single red rose is only a dollar thirty-two
Spray your cologne on her clothes, to remind her of you
Invite her to do shit with you and your crew,
She don't really wanna go, she just want you to ask her to
Run her a bath or two, make sure she laughs with you
Yo, you provide then she'll ride with you
What cha know bout passion?
Not much I bet,
Cause if it ain't wet, it ain't ready yet
You start at the neck with gentle tongue play
Then make your way to her mental doorway
And that's when you say I've been waitin' all day,
To bless you with a taste of my verbal 4play
I listen to you whimper, as I speak to your soul
Yearning for your flesh as this saga unfolds
So I toggle my flows to match the rhythm of your heartbeat
Then steadily massage you pedigree til we both peak
Don't speak, let me swim in the depths of your consciousness
Then consciously become adept to your raunchiness
What cha know bout making love to woman?
Put cha dick in, then take it out when ya finished?
It's this type of thinkin' that makes real love diminish
Love-making is 90% cerebral, so if ya mindsets feeble
Your return rate will equal
Negative, nil, no cheap thrills, no sequel
You have to indulge in the pure essence of a woman
Uninhibited love lessons are the truest
Anatomy explorations with speech fluids,
Fingers guide hands through mammary gland movements
Grove with smooth shifts into positional flips and leg lifts,
Bodies contort yet the passion persist
Freedom without risk, oasis at long last
Feels like eternity, yet only short moments have passed
Disguised in the mask of smut and vulgarity
Is this little thing called LOVE,
And thats my reality.... that is all!!
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