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
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