Lyrics (words) NATIAYMOD - IIDI. Modern erotic poetry you feel the taste of these lips

I missed your lips to taste
I am to cuddle to your native body.
Kiss, caress your native chest
To feel the limit to feelings.

Together in the shower ... and lips on the lips
Casual ... with a taste of sweet juice.
We indulgered a lot of dreams,
And I drank you to the bottom, as from the source ...

I b Naked you again on my hands
To bed to convey, push the legs ...
And as for the first time, forgetting about fear
Kiss from groin to clutter "track" ...

I would listen to sweet wow,
And whisper, as before - "Be Potasche" ...
And then, talk about in the other,
Understanding that you do not listen, but you hear!

I would just hold you by hand
And sometimes even in the shoulder, even ...
From love, alas, not to run away at all,
I miss ... And then the life will show ...

* * *

I want to rudely ...

Today I want to take you rudely,
And let him not love, but you will be loved.
Summer ... tan skin makes dark
I want you all ... just unbearable!

I want to break all the clothes on you,
I want to kiss you all without feet.
Stay there - your feet between
To lick a sweet bitter lubricant to drops.

Enter that b "for all", whatever
What would you, my girl even screamed.
We will include some kind of music,
I want that you are the best orgasm experienced!

And, let's not love, but just a lover,
But this is my main thing!
Life, she is often like a triangle ...
I want to rudely, as you wanted! ..

* * *

Edible panties

I heard about edible panties,
They say they are with different tastes.
All the desires of their us prisoners,
I would try, maybe delicious?

I will give them your favorite evening
And who knows, may like ...
Someone will say, they say, nothing to do,
And where is this world, damn it rolls?

I live once on my side,
And I want to know a lot.
Wait for a gift, my kareok,
But in old age remember a lot

* * *

I want you to the tongue there ...

I want you to the tongue there ...
For men, this is paradise and homeland!
Let your juice run a borce
Before the madness today I am hungry ...

You drink me to drunk
The legs wider swayed, love!
Soon the wave will come soon,
Warm-juicy, unbearable ...

And piercing, loud moan,
Convince me that I coped ...
We will repeat ... then ...
I know-know you like it!

* * *

I already darkened, and you came out of the shower ...

I dreamed already, and you came out of the shower,
I was preparing to look my first dream.
That evening I wanted to be a sleeping husband,
Or brazenly with a resting cat ...

I wanted ... Well, yes ... it was not there!
I feel from your lit warm.
The heart waiting frozen,
Pretend to sleep ... yeah, funny!

You are me like a gentle cat,
Kissed from face and before the chest.
Between my feet was your palm,
God, what will be ahead ...

Opened his eyes his little
Caught your excited look.
I stretched, made a breath deep ...
Nude your street outfit.

Did not have time to wake up yet
But for a long time he does not sleep that between the legs.
Shemann him, as if the current,
Without asking me ... Well, how could he?

You caressed it mercilessly
I did not have time to warn you that everything ...
And you "everything" smelled eagerly,
But all this was still not all ...

I did not have time to get around, and you are too much
Sedded and merged with you at times.
They caught up with the neighbors through the wall,
You moan - dear, just not now! ..

All that night we practiced poses,
About the neighbors will be better silent,
Impossible there with verses, only prose,
We, in general, did not allow me to bored ...

I do not remember how much it continued ...
I only remember that we fell asleep without strength.
But everything is so harmlessly beginning ...
Sex wife, concern for children, peace world;)

* * *

I am a sinner

I am a sinner who wants always
Caress you, swimming in our passion.
Let sometimes burn with shame,
But you, only you give me happiness!

And whatever you need in one,
And sweet juice - giving moisture,
And my most comfortable paradise,
Where my valiant sword seeks ...

In paradise perfectly, he is at the paradise,
Do not drive me, my favorite goddess.
Let the sinner i'm talking about alone
The world without you and you caress your desert!

I want you and only you always!
The desire is incurably sick ...
And better, let me die from shame,
Than somewhere there is one in the desert field ...

* * *

Come to me

Come to me, Favorite, rather,
I have long heard a bed.
Caressing your lips you warm
In the fabulous night, the plexus bodies.

I will caress you to tremble,
Your chest, nipples - grapes!
Sick kisses between the legs,
You know I'm rich in fiction.

I want you today from behind
In your narrow-thin gap.
Your hole Bananaches will capture ...
I want you! I want more!

I miss, come faster, native,
A kisset, I will not say, I will love ...
My girl is golden,
How much do you still love you!

* * *

I will ring your wound kisses

I will ring your wound kisses,
What is in the soul, and what they are physically hurt.
I do not feel nirvana without you
When you are sad for yourself, your look.

You are so beautiful when you sleep nagging
I'll hug you ... we will fly together
In that sweet world, where there is no end and edge,
Where in the dance again merging the spin.

Your sweet moan from the lips of touches,
Someday, will bring me crazy.
More b in life we \u200b\u200bhave such moments
Where there is love ... where she warms us!

* * *

Taste your beloved girl

I pulled my lips smoothly your panties,
Your bouton is very wet from desire.
Language I am looking for an intention of sponges from above Bead,
Anticipating the juice of an excellent creation.

You press my head with your hands,
Legs on the parties and here the pussy revealed -
Sundayer of unearthly hunger,
My sweet, favorite pussy!

Your moans are so brought to madness,
And your eyes are burning in the night ...
... we stumbled a little night in the lunar,
Here is an orgasm and you are satisfied, honey ...

* * *

Nectar Love

I love the petals of your sweet,
Pot the most faithful butterfly.
My lips are grip
Everyone will go to a single folding.

You - My Flower is the sweetest,
My bouton, spring blooming.
And from the wind is still so weak.
After a long winter suffering ...

I found your flower pink,
Merilive your bouton virgin.
He tastes sweet-bitter-birch,
Before the madness, my miraculous ...

* * *

you feel the taste of these lips,
you feel blood on them,
you feel pain with all the body
what presses and pulls down, there
we all burn alive.
you feel more than it is;
when the postman will knock
in the rotten cover of the coffin,
he just will hear in response
silence.
just ashes in the cooled tea
simply
quiet in bad exclamation.
stop, it was yesterday,
it lasts now
well, tomorrow we fall into space.
feel the smell of iron in the lips,
for you never needed anyone,
you no longer believe in yourself and dreams,
want to make up after the family dinner.
remember only the moments from the film,
photos and Gifok VK,
comics people themselves draw sketches themselves
in the turns of portraits of vilignuts.
remember the loss irreversible
each of his Fail and every moment.
remember himself in the Nepal Caberne,
wine unleashes the language.

swallow photos in instagram,
monogamous creature.
mix vodka with martini,
and pour wine more;
when polarity breaks
stars on your cheekbones,
we are a junk,
what will be forcibly falling into the eyes.
hurt even to look at yourself
i did not notice the year
again you drown in movies
where will love ever
on notes fountains,
choose in her oceans,
in meat breaks the soul
in the city where you do not need.

make your heart beat,
against the will and consequences.
your actions are equal to counteraction,
please tell me in the eye
swirl on the knees
what is broken about asphalt
in the cities of different countries of light.
this cold autumn
we cried apart
and batteries do not hea
let's warm in IKEE,
let's read Yesenin on the lips
sovie that you love only me
about the fact that I was first.

make your heart beat,
against the will and consequences
i'm in your life
with her ebanist intervention
you will be killed while you look
exit, cut your hands in meat,
scars cut;
quietly, do not say a word,
after all, they are against you,
round in the summer of dreams,
we are no longer a family;
mixed with a dirty dance floor
your dreams of love
this is not age, hormones,
all wines only you (x5)

remember markers in Taimlayakh,
kisses in parmers
autumn rain
she screams "Enough, do not",
leaves in a dirty snow,
obid
palm on the walls
flask and old portow
spilled in tears on the knees.
if it fell at least a chance,
i would never love
i would never drink
and you know how i feel.
give me just to become
your symphony pain,
in my dumb heart
thousands of needles are stuck.
(x2)

Other names of this text

• naitecream Prod.
• From m / f - three of Prostokvashino
• N and y t and in x about d - iidi
• naitivihod - Gig.
• find Exit - Monogamous Creator
• Level -1 - Dive In VR
• Find a way out .. - Iird
• Nemogu - ID
• findThexit - ID
• nativeywood - everything is only you (noisecream prod.)
• niacivoye - if it fell at least a chance, I never loved
• qWER - IIDI
• najtivyhod - AJDI (Noisecream Prod.)
• nativeye - you feel (noisecream prod.)
• Noname - ID
• #Vitally - you feel
• C10H14N2 - ID
• vichukha - Aydi (Noisecream Prod.)
• "NATIAYMOD" - Suicidian

[Coupling 1, NATIAYMOD]:
You feel the taste of these lips,
You feel blood on them.
You feel pain with all the body
What gives and pulls down, where

We all burn alive.
You feel more than it is;
When the postman will knock
In the rotten cover of the coffin,
He simply will hear silence in response.

Just ashes in the cooled tea
Just a quiet inacted exclamation.
Stop, it was yesterday, it lasts now,
Well, tomorrow we fall into space.

Feel the smell of iron in the lips,
For you never needed anyone.
You no longer believe in yourself and dreams,
Want to make up after the family dinner.

Remember only the moments from the film,
Photos and Gifok VK.
Comics people themselves draw sketches themselves
In the turns of portraits of vilignuts.

Remember the loss irreversible
Each of his Fail and every moment.
Remember himself in the Nepal Caberne,
Wine unleashes the language.

Swallow photos in instagram, monogamous creature.
Mix vodka from Martini, and pour wine more;
When the polarity of the stars on your cheekbones will be broken,
We are a jelly junk, which will be forcibly falling into the eyes.

It hurts even to look at yourself, did not notice the year,
Again you drown in films where love will be eternal.
On notes, fountains choke in its oceans,
In the meat bursts the soul in the city where you do not need.

Make your heart beat, against the will and consequences.
Your actions are equal to counteraction,
Please tell me in the eyes, sob on your knees,
What is broken about asphalt in the cities of different countries of light.

This cold autumn cried us apart,
And batteries do not warm, let's warm in IKEY,
Let's read Yesenin on the lips!
Sovie that you love only me, and the fact that I was first.

Make your heart beat against the will and consequences.
I'm in your life with my own E * intervention.
You have ** au, while you look.
Output - P *** h R ** and in m ** o, scars in *** bob;

Quiet, do not say a word, because they are against you.
Ranuli in the summer of dreams, we are no longer a family;
Mixed with the dirty dance floor of your dreams of love,
This is not an age, hormones - everything is only you!

All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wines are only you!
All wine, bitch!

[Coupling 2, NATIAYMOD]:

Remember markers in Tajnaines, kisses in the parmers.
Autumn rains. She screams "Enough, do not".
Leaves in the muddy snow, frown palm on the walls.
Flask and old port, spilled in lap knees.

If it fell at least a chance, I never loved,
I would never have drank and you know how i feel.
Give me just to become your pain symphony,
In my silent heart stuck thousand needles.

About the song niacovyod - Iidi

• In anticipation of the new 2016, Kirill Nativeyomod releases Teyp, which was called "Polaroid". Tracklist plate consists of 12 compositions, and when creating the album, participated: Konokto, Nedonebo. On guest checks were noted: diligently reflecting, Kommunikia, Klima Strontsky and Konokto. Music was used: Noisecream, Fikusnaokne, The Eden Project, Electus, Aether, Mujuice, etc. For the cover: Maxim Greenberg.

Additional Information

Lyrics for Niacivoyod - Iyidi.
The author of the text: Kirill Lermontov (Niacivimod).
Album "Polaroid".
Official release date: December, 27, 2015.