Can I come home to you every night after a long day of work and feel your lips kiss against mines and I’m not talking about the lips on my face but those lips in between my thighs. Can I feel that thing you got take over of my body, Will you allow me to release my stress with every orgasm that flows through my body onto yours from every deep stroke you create inside me. Can you be the blunt that I burn before I create my art ? Or the smoke that feels the air of my room, or the soft jazz that comes through your speakers that you fall asleep too at night. hold on let me get my mind right and get some rest. That’s what I call a good night. Or baby can I be your grits in the morning, hot breakfast at sunrise everyday in your bed as I take onto you passionately I won’t stop till I taste the warm butter. Let me iron your button up and fix your tie and make you some coffee and kiss the passion off your lips before you go to work thats what I call a good morning. Let’s conquer the day.