Pink Corners

I need something more
I need something louder
It's hard for me
To focus on the run
Twist my hand
Or hold it harder
Cause I'm about
To take of in a moan
From toe to waist
My legs feel lighter
Go to bed
And create my writers room
In the pink corners of you

Now I'm bloody and sore
From lips to chowder
I break a sweat
But damn we're having fun
A kinky smile
The walls grow tighter
Your 6 to 9s
A funkadelic groan
A sudden death
Your eyes grow wider
Go to bed
And create my writer's room
In the pink corners of you

Your desire
My mouth won't tire
Intensifying your holy fire
Terrifier
You burn me brighter
A tongue for hire
My church's quire
What's required
A man for hire?
To comply and walk on a wire?
Testifier
Of words transpired
Intensifier
You take me higher

If it's a crime
To die in your bed
I'm in line
To be entwined
With both of our legs
And covered in rhymes
For a while
It's a okay
To climb on a brook
For a smile
Little she knew
The branch would crack too
And fall to her death
Unannounced
Your time now
Your time now
Your time now



Credits
Writer(s): Bernardo Castilla
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