Poetic Sex R. Kelly

[Intro]
Yeah, my sex is poetic
I'm about to get you mad pregnant
Ha, yeah

[Verse 1]
The first R&B poem
My mic be the knife
I'ma take a stab at it, okay
Allow me to paint the picture, your mind being the canvas
I take you spiritually high, your plane ain't never landing
No navigation locating that spot
When I hit that you yell out "God, that's the G spot"
Sex...
That'll bring you close to tears
When I spit it, it's like I popped a molly in your ear
You feel it between your thighs, your heartbeat starts to rise
Your pupils is dilating, you believe you can fly, man
Niggas can't fuck me, world in my hands
These niggas can't even hold palm in their hands
Pull up in that bassline, snatch you up with these hits
Tie you up with my lyrics, now you're abducted by this shit, uh

[Chorus]
Oh baby (baby)
Come and feed me baby (feed me baby)
Girl put your body on a dinner plate
I just can't get enough of your buffet
And I'm so hungry
Baby feed me
All I can eat baby, I