Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (Love) Right Now , by - Akua Naru. Release date: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
(Love) Right Now |
| All of this love is waiting for you |
| Impatient in love, I wanna love you right (Now) |
| Baby this love is ready for you |
| Impatient in love, I wanna love you right (Now) |
| Black is color of my true love’s hair, how I |
| Love to work my fingers through his afro (Afro) |
| You’re my chocolate pudding, sugar dumpling, keep me comin' |
| And I want you (Want you) |
| All of this love is waiting for you |
| Impatient in love, I want to love you right (Now) |
| Baby this love is ready for you |
| Impatient in love, I want to love you right (Now) |
| Black is color of my true love’s skin, how I |
| Love to rub Shea butter on his elbows (Elbows) |
| You’re my chocolate pudding, sugar dumpling, that somethin' somethin' |
| I need you only, I love you (Mm-mm) |
| It’s like a rhythmic Jenga to calm my capoeirista spine |
| Spread me east and west, legs like shores drawin' in the tide |
| Climb half-steps on the grooves of your neck |
| Blooms from your collarbone till you yank me back to human flesh |
| Limbs stretched across the bed, the rivers of |
| Serengeti, butterflies in my solar plex' |
| Fresh as a roller set, make love like we sort of |
| Sayin', callin' yes, flowin' tree on an old cassette (Bless) |
| The way I’m feelin' is one hard to describe |
| Tried to show you last night when you was parked between these thighs, close |
| And closed eyes, bone shake loose the fy’e, the ricochet of heat |
| Breathing life and death, inside you’re growin' hot |
| Time for time to sixty-nine |
| Ways to keep that sugar cane love sweet tooth satisfied |
| Tongue-tied between pleasure poems and prayers to divine |
| wait by the Jordan, breathe, my baby, |
| I hover over your mouth, collector of moods, arouse body |
| In the rain, when nimbus clouds and storms crowd |
| Love it when you moan in color under covers, overzealous, loud |
| Suck the sound off your lips, take somersault and Horace Brown |
| A thunder foundin', claim Earth with fertile ground |
| Fruit too sweet to eat with Autumn leaves fiendin' to fall down |
| Call for the Lord, try to hold on, don’t pass out |
| All aboard midnight train to Georgia, O’Keeffe, leave right now |
| I want to search the scenes of my river, thirsty for water, shivers |
| Winter is coming, whisper somethin' while the season tender |
| Body remembers voodoo on the woman in the mirror |
| Soft behind the beard, mention my name and watch his eyes tear up |
| Scream delicious, the physics could reach the hard of hearing |
| Peek in window, witness love making from another era |
| Sacred to shimmer moonlight, timid to grace your hand |
| The curtains shape and ride the to hold a fear |
| How does it feel to make love to this poet here? |
| Step over the tongue, taste buds in the |
| Named somethin' to hum, first chant an ancient prayer |
| Last added change, mezzo-soprano from your favorite chair |
| Fingers braided, deleted, naked, sheer |
| patient, face the portal 'fore it disappear |
| Sweet as quarter water, Arizona, and maple syrup |
| Fall into to my lover’s lips, I put 'em on to make it clear |
| Day breaks, the music of our escapes the ear |
| Silenced by the beats of our hearts against the ceiling fan |