FREAK NASTY

[FREAK NASTY]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. IT IS PURE FYAH SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/jkx9ra67Mls

All buck naked and spread before the eyes of an erotic king... a madmans dream of possibilities all lying open and bountious as I aspire to plunder thy lands... take your seething seas.

Pretty brown skin so soft that to touch it is to be born again... a meltdown into the pink.

Let me lick at the heart and soul of the situation and fuck my way into your pores... play with your pineal clit.

Lay the thing down and make thee climatically skeet a little skeet... squirts of fluidity into the air.

Thighs that remind me of running wild in the musculature of your fantasies as you talked to " awww BIG DADDY!"

Kissing at your calves as they flowed past my peripherals... thrust to the sky.

Liquid fyah on cold nights as we react to primitive passions and pheromones drifting past distant memories of future sexual relief.

Yeah you can call me nasty but you know you like it when I talk like this... get all nasty and shit.

Pull at your nipples and bite you on your legs... nibble at the lips of your pussy and beat that savage beatdown.

Some of that tribal ghetto pound that thang to the ground...

Some of that proper english spoken word... a talk to thee of thy flower as its petals trancendently transport I away... awayyyy.

A fuck of your perceptuality as I sink into your womb and ignite its walls in spasmodic pulsations fluttering off into the corners of your mind.

Bucked over and open to my manipulation.

Let me fuck with your imagination.

[SONIC REGRESSION]

[SONIC REGRESSION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE.. MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/zXzVseTgO9I

You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... Stirring the grasses of sensualities plains with your sexuality, roar of rushing blood to my extremities.
Taut and turgid skin so in need of release, drops of life glistening as they are spent.
A moment of rest in the shade of you relieved.
Your eyes the road less traveled as I follow them into the soul of thy matter.
A digression of proportions to momentous to document in a few fragile sentences and paragraphs, leaking onto pages and reflectively reflecting.
Oh to feel the impact of your words across a candles light on a quiet night, watching your lips move flickeringly, so absorbed at the softness as it penetrates my want, pounds at my need.
A bass beat of primal proportions hammering at the closed doors of my cage.
I a sexual beast chained but not contained.
I hear your call, speak to me.
Blow your breezes into the forests of me and stir the leaves in my trees, mix the blood in my veins, solidify the marrow in my bones.
Push at the skin covering my brain... holding it all in place.
Build onto me and make me into a formidable fortress able to withstand any onslaught... land, sea and air.
We the city of Cibola glowing in the distant sun forgotten and neglected.
Still golden and undiscovered as man continues to rush headlong to the end.
You sank into my mental membranes on the wings of a sonic whisper... stirring...stirring.