Slide Thru Pt. 2

Luv Scarred / No Luv

Needy

Thanks 4 Nothing

I'm The Catch

Tell Me Why (feat. Layton Greene)

Tell Me Why (feat. Layton Greene) [Extended]

Miss Me Yet?

You & Me

Red shine dripping off your lips,
Gloss catching light with every kiss.
You move in close like a whispered dare,
Heat rising slow in the cherry-soaked air.

Your fingers skim the line of my waist,
Tracing the places you hunger to taste.
One look at me and the room turns tight—
Your eyes spill want like a pulse of light.

Your breath lands soft, but the meaning’s loud,
A cherry-slick promise wrapped in the sound.
I feel the fever spread skin to bone—
You want me now, and it’s fully shown.

Glossed in desire,
red heat shining in your stare.
You touch me once,
and the world can’t compare.
Glossed in desire,
you pull me deeper with one slide—
Cherry on your mouth,
and I’m falling inside.

Your tongue leaves trails like a crimson streak,
Cherry-sweet tension building peak by peak.
You drag your lips just below my throat,
Leaving a stain only we can note.

Every breath you take draws me in more,
Back against the wall or the bedroom floor.
Red gloss smudged where our bodies align—
Your need on mine in a perfect line.

Your touch is heat wrapped in velvet sound,
Pulling me close till there’s no background.
I feel the pressure, the climb, the fire—
Everything dripping in cherry desire.

Glossed in desire,
you paint your craving over me.
One slow kiss
and I fall into the heat.
Glossed in desire,
you make the edges all blur—
Cherry on your tongue,
and my pulse answers yours.

Slide your hands through the dim-lit haze,
Let the red reflect in the lines we trace.
Gloss on your lips,
heat in your grip,
Cherry on your breath
as our bodies slip.
Soft-spoken hunger,
slow-burning proof—
You write desire
in the shape of truth.

Glossed in desire,
red heat running through your touch.
Every move you make
says you want me too much.
Glossed in desire,
no hiding what we’ve begun—
You taste like cherries,
and I’m coming undone.
Glossed in desire…
and baby, I’m all yours.

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