"The Chair"  Parental Advisory genre: AAA/Adult Alternative
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	A sensual journey to love between the lyrics of Shonia Brown, and the music of Dezz.
	CD: On Our Way to Pride - Gyrl Books - Volume 1   Label: Vybe Records Credits: Lyrics by Shonia Brown and Music by Dezz
	Story Behind the Song The Chair is an sensual excerpt from the romantic urban love story, "A Deeper Love" written by Shonia Brown. With the collaborative efforts of the musical talents of Dezz, and Vybe Records, "The Rocker" is a sensual journey into the lives of two lovers caught in an ice storm. Will the heat from their passion melt away the ice? Come listen and find out. Lyrics I never thought that a chair could hold such wonderful memories, but the black leather rocker reminds me of you. It reminds me of a time where there were no distractions...no where to run or hide, just you and I in the confines of my bedroom. There had been an ice storm and reluctantly you chose to stay. I tried to make you comfortable and keep things light hearted, but I couldn't stop thinking about the soft beautiful sweetness that lay beneath your clothing. You tried to offer to play a game of 20 questions, but after the third question, you decided to change the game just a little bit. "What's an erogenous zone on your body?" I stopped smiling and looked deeply into your eyes. Did she really want to go there? "I can show you better than tell you." Before you had an opportunity to protest, I got up from the bed and knelt down before you. You dropped your legs to the floor, and parted them just a little bit --- enough for me to move my body into them. I took your hand and pressed it against my shirt, and moved it along the curve of my breast. I saw your eyes darkened as your fingers took on a life of their own. As our dance began again, I could hear the sounds of children playing in the background. It was such an odd sound to be hearing during a time like this, but my mind registered that there were children playing in the background. It was such an odd sound to be hearing during a time like this, but my mind registered that there were children playing outside. I could hear their ball bouncing and sliding against the icy streets, and their laughter as they slipped and slid amongst the ice...but there was nothing cold about the heat that you were igniting in the pit of my stomach and in between my legs. The little heartbeat that awakened in my clit beat to the drums that pounded in our private music. Your fingers increased their pressure against my hardened nipple, pulling the sensitive tip back and forth, stroking it into a most pleasurable/painful alertness. The other breast begged for the same sweet torture, and moved against your arm to make its point. My hands moved around your waist and pulled you closer to my stomach. You moved her lips down to my ear and teased the soft lobe with your wet kisses. "You've found my other spot, how clever of you," I acknowledge. Your tongue darted inside of my ear and licked and sucked on it like a favorite lollipop. I couldn't take it any longer, I had to have that delicious tongue inside a hotter and wetter candy. The sounds of the children playing grew louder, and the ball bounced back and forth, as I pulled you into my arts and traded places with you in the chair. Your body moved with mine like a rag doll being positioned in just the right place. You straddled my thighs and moved your mouth to mine. The bouncing of the ball grew louder, and your body moved in time with it as you grinded your pelvis to mine. My tongue invaded your mouth longing to be quenched from its hunger. I moved your nimble fingers to the buttons of my jeans and opened them. The heat that you had created seeped through the opening and the fragrance of my wet, honey drenched pussy escaped into the air of the room. You inhaled the scent and sighed as if delighted. "It's all yours, if you want it," I promised. You looked at me through clouded eyes, and the moan that came from the depths of your throat told me, yeah, you wanted it. The sounds of the children had ceased and the only thing that could be heard was the rustling of clothes, the popping of buttons, and the moaning of mouths and grinding of two bodies that were long overdue to be entangled in this forbidden dance. I couldn't believe that I was finally here with you in my arms. As I prepared to lift you up and take you to bed...the phone rang. "No, no, no!" "Answer it."

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