Can I touch your lips, caress your cheeks.
Hold your waist until all that's left is heat.
Been alone for so long, even when I wasn't.
Now all I hear is crying and cussing.
Painful realizations are usually one-sided.
But tears for some reason get me excited.
Intimate desires just out of my reach.
Can you howl for me as I tickle your feet?
Can you pretend I didn't just lick your teeth?
Activities I design, may or may not require a waiver.
I hope work pissed you off and you're on your worst behavior.
Ebb and sway in the waters of our forplayed lake.
Dictating my position until I deposit my coins in the bank.
Disgusting oh is we, please don't be friendly.
Saliva by numbers erogenous zones in a frenzy.
Hand around your neck, safety words in effect.
Biting a little harder then you would expect.
On all fours, my interests intrigued.
Mounting my attentions vigorously.
My rival ready for the battle of P's.
"Arriving" together so eloquently.
-Yung Urban
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