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Styles Aug 9
Oh, to hold her close, in the sway of desire,
matching her rhythm,
as passion climbs higher.

Her tightness surrounds,
a sweet, perfect fit,
every ****** a pulse,
every move, a hit.

I watch, entranced,
as her body sways,
each bounce, each curve,
in love’s fierce blaze.

Her face, a canvas,
painted with delight,
as we lose ourselves,
in the dance of night.
Styles Aug 9
Oh, to be held,
in water’s cool embrace,
like a silver moon,
softly kissed by grace.

The waves, they whisper,
a song so light,
adding to our moment,
under the night.

In the depths where shadows play,
water reflects, in its gentle sway.
Each ripple carries a sweet refrain,
as we surrender, to love’s soft reign.

Where water meets shore, we find our peace,
in the tender embrace, where all worries cease.
Styles Aug 9
High above, where the beams collide,
our hearts, once united, now divide.
Each flicker tells a tale of pain,
as we resist, yet burn again.
Styles Aug 9
Oh, to be lost,
in the depths of desire,
like a fevered dream,
set alight by fire.

Her thoughts, a swirl,
of fantasies so wild,
each one a spark,
igniting passion’s child.

The beat of her heart,
a rhythm so fast,
matching the pulse,
of pleasure amassed.

Each touch, each caress,
a melody in tune,
sending her soaring,
to the heat of the moon.

Until at last, she finds release,
in the ecstasy, complete peace.
And there she lies, spent and warm,
curled in the aftermath, of love’s storm.
Styles Aug 6
Vibing;
large hands,
guiding her hips
She's mounted,
Straddled there, She's riding
poised above—
Her movements eager, fervent,
Grinding;
Against him, she presses with need,
Finding pleasure in the rhythm they feed.
With his fullness embraced between her thighs,
They both seek their peak in each other's eyes.
Colliding;
Pleasuring herself, pleasuring him,
In the depths of desire, together they swim.
The satisfaction mirrored in her gaze
Captures the essence of their shared blaze.
Styles Aug 6
I crave to graze
Your lips with mine,
Until our touch
Merges into a dance so slick—
Our lips, slipping and sliding in perfect sync.
Styles Aug 6
Her mesh dress, a canvas, ignited my imagination wild.
A bronzed figure sculpted beyond earthly grace.
Her amazing grace stirred my deepest temptations;
transporting my thoughts to distant realms,
grappling with anchoring my mind in the here and now.
Her lips, potent as a sip.
Her sway, sets my mind adrift.
the spell she casts, magnetic and profound,
No retreat possible once her allure is found.
Entangled in her enchantment, resistance thins—
Once drawn in, the odyssey of passion begins.
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