Make Fucking Love to Me!

Deadly lips of glossed cherry, akin to poison berries. 

Skin velvety smooth, fluid as liquid hips groove.

Drive me crazy say he, right there right there oh baby.

Black and blue, welts, and scratches all but grunts subdued. 

Switching up the pace, faster and yet deeper ah yes.

Satisfy my intuitions, inhibitions, my secret vixen. 

Break me off a piece, please, don't deny this feast.

Lay your hand on my Butterfinger, Twix that ass up, and release your Skittles. 

No time to Lay, Ruffle my sheets, eating your face like candy hidden within the pillowcase. 

Red lit lens capture the touch of gentle rough emotion

Tuned hymns of satisfaction,  round 1 of the main attraction.

-Yung Urban

Memories

Historical memories bleed with emotional tenacity.
Heavenly remembrances of a divine capacity.
Times of change equate to days, months, years of more of the same.
To imagine is to again see the heat that the present has tamed.
Recognition without paying the initial admission.
Understanding my process without erroneous decisions.
I just want what I can't have, to "remagine" a former existence.
My heart desires as my body perspires, oh I pray for repentance.

-Yung Urban