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Styles Aug 2018
Feed me your mouth,
   so I can satisfy my desires
      with the taste of our destiny.
      
      I long for the rush,
      from our lips, when they touch.
    symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
   our body language,
  speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion
Styles Aug 2018
Warming up; broad strokes, slow.
Weaving in; zig zags, back and fore.
Quick flicks; **** and sip. Wanting more.
Long circles; slide, gently touching below.
Come hither; and it's off you go.
Wet drawers; when it rains it pours.
Foreplaying; got us both on all fours.
Knees weak; can't take it anymore.
My lips; tugging yours.
Amazing sensation; curling your toes.
Lapping tongue; series of sips.
Guiding hand; full of tips.
Bodies part: tongue, fingers, nose, lips
Raising tides; lifting your hips.
Quality time; best spent like this.
Styles Aug 2018
We keep coming together, you killing me, it's a dead heat. *** so good, we can hardly speak. Climbing on top, she's reaching her peak. Skirt no *******, she hide, I seek. Ready or not, here she ****, and I practice what I preach. Locked myself inside her, finders keep. If the meek inherits her world, I guess that makes me weak.
Styles Aug 2018
Read your mind, and wrote back. Your body language, crossed the line. Your wet spots, one track. Taking my time, laying you. Face flat, pulling on your hair, head back. Hands spreading your thighs, take that. ******* inside, now taste that.

Baby you looked surprised, I wasn’t telling you lies. I can touch the back. I got one thing on my mind, shivers upon down your spine, you quiver. Me on top of you, turn things around, you looking back. Coming one after another, from different points of view, imagine that. Read between the lines, and found you; sitting on my lap. kept crossing my mind, uncross your legs, red your lips; love doing that. Spread your legs, relax your hips, and lean back. I take a sip, a little lick, then a kiss - now that's that. I grind your hips, you like that? My tongue, flicks your tip, you like this; you bite your lip, your waist lifts. Your pleasure. My bliss.

You come with your eyes closed; cause I take you back. I thought you were a good girl, well, I take it back. Curl my finger, you *** harder like that. You only put up a fight, cause you know I’ll bite back.
Styles Aug 2018
She's so beautiful, its distracting.
Angel in the eyes,
But I can tell by her smiles,
that she loves to sin.
Her innocence is just a disguise,
that she wears like a grin.
Styles Aug 2018
Until
My lips met yours,
I did not believe in magic.
Styles Aug 2018
I miss,
staying in my room,
on rainy afternoons,
making each other wet.
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