Allow me to drop spoken word verbs

That burn like herbs mixed with desire

Cold from fear? come here and I'll breathe you fire

Till you dripping wet of sweat

We form puddles in the bottom of our heart is of a storm cloud set

Can you feel me yet? and you can bet it's more real than any feels of gold could imply

When I whisper sweet nothing so sweet while your eyes close in concentration

Dedicated to these new founds infatuation with what I spit

We giggle 'cause I haven't even written it yet

The style came so free that I started getting it the split second before I gave

And now it was just the 2 of us here to savor this moment

And save our savor our spear chocolate end

'Cause I detect that you may respect it

The same reverse that I do

Rhyme pro sounded the high core

You want it? I'm on it, 'cause I think I might like you

And you like this you know something I find it odd

I kiss you up to God as I thank you for you and all you do

Angie Stone, we love you