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Styles Aug 13
I pushed him back, took control,
A hunger burned within my soul.
His eyes, wide with sheer desire,
Lit the room like a growing fire.

As I took him, slow and deep,
I savored every sigh he'd keep.
Each moan, each shudder, fueled my need,
A dance where I would take the lead.

He neared his peak, I felt it rise,
But stopped to see it in his eyes.
I teased, I lingered, made it last,
Prolonging pleasure, holding fast.

For in that moment, time stood still,
A game of passion, matched in skill.
I drew it out, the night our own,
In every touch, a thrill was sown.
Styles Aug 13
***
Collapsing spent, beside me there,
Satisfaction hung in the air.
A smile crept across my face,
Knowing I had won this race.
she came in first place
that was the plan, in the first place
Styles Aug 13
To push back, to claim what’s mine,
with a hunger that takes even me by surprise,
and see her eyes, wide with need,
as I savor each gasp,

each shiver that runs through me,
drawing out every drop of bliss,
until I'm lost, utterly spent,
tangled in the joy
while, holding in that moment,
the pleasure
we share
Styles Aug 13
To lie there in the quiet,

Smiling,
knowing this night
will linger
like the memory of a kiss,
soft against our skin,
long after the dawn breaks,
a tender echo of what we shared.
Styles Aug 13
When was the last time you craved control,
then the desire grips you so fiercely,
you push back, hunger burning bright—
and the taste of her
the way she arches
then shudders beneath you,
becomes your world,
as you tease, as you please,
reveling in the power of your blessing,
dragging out every last drop
of her surrender, of her ecstasy?
Styles Aug 13
Have you ever found satisfaction,
in the quiet aftermath,
as they lie beside you, spent,
and you smile, knowing—
knowing that the night you shared
will linger like a rose in bloom,
its petals unfolding,
each memory a perfume that clings
to your skin, to your soul,
long after the dawn has kissed
your tangled limbs with its golden light?
Styles Aug 13
t the game, the crowd was loud,
But all I saw was Claire in the crowd.
Green eyes and a redhead's flare,
She stood behind me, unaware.

Her plaid skirt teased, her smile was bold,
A promise of trouble yet to unfold.
No words exchanged, just a knowing glance,
I was hooked, caught in her trance.

Later that night, fate played its part,
A bump, a number slipped to start.
At the food court, she was waiting there,
A fantasy in red heels, beyond compare.

Her touch was playful, her eyes intense,
But the night’s promise made all else make sense.
Back to her dorm, in darkness we fell,
Her body a secret I couldn’t help but tell.

She came alive under my touch,
Four times she shivered, but it wasn’t too much.
Then she took control, her gaze a flame,
With skill that drove me past any shame.

Time stood still, or maybe it flew,
Until I gave in, everything she knew.
Pure ecstasy, she didn’t relent,
And I collapsed beside her, utterly spent.
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