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
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