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Sittin Home (Mix)

Franco Osiago feat.Fetty Wap,Jazzy La'Ree - Zoowop

Āutumn's Ămber Åwe

Dabbled in Me.

Between Worlds is Lyra Noel drifting through the emotional space between who she was and who she’s becoming. This album blends ethereal trap-R&B with haunting melodies and vulnerable storytelling — capturing the feeling of being stuck between healing and hurting, loving and letting go, reality and the dreams you’re scared to admit.
Every track feels like a midnight confession from a girl who lives in two universes at once — the one she shows, and the one she survives.

Mind in the middle

Your hands trace lower than my breath can hold,
Cherry heat rising as your fingers unfold.
You slide in slow, like you’re testing the groove,
Every inch you claim tells my body to move.

Your mouth hits places only midnight knows,
Soft red pressure where your tongue goes.
I arch for you, and you press deeper in—
Leaving cherry stains where your lips begin.

Your touch draws heat down my spine,
Slow, intentional, crossing every line.
I feel your breath hit the place I crave—
A cherry pulse riding every wave.

Cherry red imprint
right where you pressed your name.
You leave your mark
every time you play that game.
Cherry red imprint,
deep where the heat runs tight—
Baby, your hands write stories
on my body every night.

You slide your fingers under my thigh,
Cherry-sweet tension making me sigh.
Your grip gets firm when you pull me near,
Your voice dropping low right into my ear.

You kiss the spots that make my breath break,
Cherry-wet sounds only we can make.
You drag your mouth down slow and steady—
And baby, I swear, I’m already ready.

Your hands tell truths your lips won’t say,
Reading my body in your own dark way.
The deeper you go, the faster I shake—
This cherry high is yours to take.

Cherry red imprint
right where you pressed your name.
You leave your mark
every time you play that game.
Cherry red imprint,
deep where the heat runs tight—
Baby, your hands write stories
on my body every night.

Pull me open with your cherry-warm grip,
Trace down slow till my hips start to dip.
Your tongue leaves heat in a crimson line,
Mark me once more—make the whole thing mine.

Soft moans spill where your pressure lands,
Red shine coating both our hands.
I lose myself when you take your time—
Every imprint says you’re mine.

Cherry red imprint
everywhere your fingers lay.
Cherry heat rising
as you take me your way.
Cherry red imprint,
baby, go slow then bite—
Leave your mark on my body
in the middle of the night.
Cherry red imprint…
only you can write me right.

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