2017.02.27

Honesty = vulnerability. The white lies we tell to hide what we really think or want. The shells we live in, to appease the expectations of others, even though the confined space is killing us. The fear of losing love or its perceived security, our inability to detach, leaves us gasping for air. Surrounded by mountains of inaccurate statements and misleading sentiments to keep others interested. Compounding exponentially, our debt of lies suffocates any possibility of freedom. That is until you tell the truth. Those butterflies, that strange but familiar bottomless pit in your stomach that you so desperately attempt to avoid. The feeling after you realize the light you seek, that release you desire will only be obtained after the weight has been lifted. But now the aftermath. The journey from lie to turmoil to truth to turmoil to acceptance....Embrace the pain, repay the debt with truth!

-Yung Urban

WsOeRxD

Four rounded eyes, de-glassed and unmasked
Analyzing valleys and ridges encircling a pit of pitch black
Through the dark portal, not of despair, but of compassion
Breathing is labored and skin perspires, rivers of sweat penetrate
Lashes flutter with ease, nostrils flare with every ingress of oxygen
Lips moistened by the slick lick of a pink tongue desperate for attention
Teeth exposed ever so slightly, ready to caress flesh
Motions are slow and calculated, body is humming - full of commotion
Blood is flowing with each passing moment
Hands placed gently on each hip, grip, firmly reel in prize
Half cocked to the side, your mind slides, and you subtract your eyes

- YungUrban









-Yung Urban

Bad Blood

Swollen trees feed on forbidden fruit

Sweaty palms gripping tips of truth

Hum along seams of folded heat

Synchronized movements of taste and beat

Slow rotations when faces meet

Life of thrust, deep and penetrating 

Hell of a sound her body's emanating

Eyes connect 

Time reflects

Quickened pace

Seasoned taste

Silent how could she, panting and baiting

Surrender control my passion its feeding

Slick lick from spine to mind

Lip tucked, teeth bare the climb

Expose the freak

Touch, Came, Seek

-Yung Urban