Hues of Brown

Fingers entwined, bodies close, skin on skin,
Every touch a spark, every breath a hymn.
He leans in, low moan trembling from deep,
“Oh god…” he murmurs, as if it’s a prayer to keep.

I tilt my head, lift his gaze, voice soft but firm,
“No… say it right.”
He freezes for a heartbeat, then whispers,
“My baby… yours… mine to speak.”

Pulls my hair back, holds my chin high,
Eyes locked, every movement amplified.
Every moan, every gasp, a rhythm divine,
We trade control, pleasure, and time.

Say it like a prayer — baby on your lips,
Feel me in every word, every touch that grips.
Oh god — no, baby — you say it right,
Guide me through heat, through the shadows of night.
Say it like a prayer — don’t let it fade,
Every moan, every sigh, every move we’ve made.
Baby, baby — burn it into your sound,
Two hearts lifted up, lost and found.

Hands tracing, skin on fire, slow and deliberate,
I pull him close, every inch, every inch intimate.
“Oh god…” slips again, I laugh, tease, command,
“Baby. Say it, feel it — understand.”

He trembles, obeys, every whisper a vow,
“My… baby… you’re mine… I’m yours now.”
Every touch a prayer, every kiss devotion,
We worship in rhythm, body in motion.

Hair pulled back, face lifted to his eyes,
Every moan a hymn, every gasp a rise.
Hands roam, lips press, a sacred refrain,
In this heat, in this pause, we’re untamed.

Say it like a prayer — baby on your lips,
Feel me in every word, every touch that grips.
Oh god — no, baby — you say it right,
Guide me through heat, through the shadows of night.
Say it like a prayer — don’t let it fade,
Every moan, every sigh, every move we’ve made.
Baby, baby — burn it into your sound,
Two hearts lifted up, lost and found.

“Oh god…” he whispers, voice thick and raw,
I pull his hands, guide him closer, demanding more.
“Say it… baby… right now.”
“My… baby… oh god… I worship you…”
Every stroke, every kiss, every shiver we share,
A prayer of flesh, a vow laid bare.

Say it like a prayer — baby on your lips,
Feel me in every word, every touch that grips.
Oh god — no, baby — you say it right,
Guide me through heat, through the shadows of night.
Say it like a prayer — don’t let it fade,
Every moan, every sigh, every move we’ve made.
Baby, baby — burn it into your sound,
Two hearts lifted up, lost and found.

Prayers

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Safe With Me is a smooth R&B confession about love, trust, and peace. Marcus Al-Aziz delivers raw emotion and grown-man assurance reminding every woman that she deserves a love that feels safe, not stressful. It’s that late-night vibe that speaks to her soul.

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