THEM TITTIES

[THEM TITTIES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MASSIVE ROMP... YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/JFP1U3hG1Qk

I aint no tittie man but them big ol thangs got me all fucked up.
Big pretty black nipples and such beautiful areola, always have liked that word... seems to roll off the tongue like a lick...
Just a lick.
Mmmmmm.
Woman I want to rub my brown into your brown as I lay you down...
Your cream and mine blended into a sweet concoction of the fuckality of you and me.
A drink of the taste and texture of ambrosia gracing gold cups...
Pour thyself across my taste buds... Run down on me in hot rivulets of little deaths as the Asians say...
Cum in the center of your brain and let it explode in lyrical displays of "Beat that pussy daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me !"
I ain't no tittie man but you got me rethinking that position... reconsidering that line of reasoning.
Pretty brown and so damn full as they jut out that way.
Dick all down in the seam of my pants... dripping pre-cum and straining to be freed from this cotton cage.
I have the strongest desire to grab you roughly and tear the clothes from your skin... squeeze your breasts and put both of your nipples in my mouth while you ride the thick of me.
Grab them from the back as they hang and swing with me beating rhythmically at the walls of your tight punanni... spanking those ass cheeks.
Whew!
Them titties... Them titties.

LOVE TORN

[LOVE TORN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/3jzRSt5kB5k

When I see your face my heart bleeds blood into the tingle in me... Tears at the corner of my eyes.
Once we were everything, once when the world was ours to conquer... Once when our connection was so strong that walls fell in our presence.
So many nights have I awakened to the manipulations of you... Memories of a dream that while I wishing to stay fades away.
So many times have I dreamed of us beating as one again...
Once everything now nothing as the days race by to the end... Whether now or a year in the future where you in my soul still burn...
Fire so hot that in its passing planets are rendered asunder... So hot that even devils in hell would run to escape its heat.
Vaporization as across the plains doth it sweep.
Angels wings beating a fluttering pattern of sound into the mental skies where a humbled man finds torment while confronting pain.
Finds comfort in the knowledge that there is a tomorrow if Allah so wills.
Another day to reminisce on the happy times and the rough ones... To try and try again.
If I didn't laugh this pain of we apart would crush me like the gravity of Jupiter... Reduce me to my smallest form.
Make me disappear into the all of it.
Another day where I find your face in the crowd...
Another night in my dreams...
I survive alone in these thoughts.