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Styles Sep 2024
In the quiet of the night, where shadows play,
Our bodies meet in soft array.
Fingers trace the path of dreams,
In whispered tones, love redeems.

A gentle touch, a breath held tight,
Our souls connect in the pale moonlight.

In every sigh, a promise lies,
In every glance, our hearts reprise.
We drift, we dance, in time aligned,
Forever lost, forever entwined.
Styles Sep 2024
My hands continued to explore he;
                  my fingers finding their way,
                  between her legs,
                  feeling her wetness.
Styles Sep 2024
In slow, firm circles, my fingers glide,
Teasing her gently, her breath amplified,
With each trembling gasp, her body speaks,
The language of pleasure in waves and peaks.

"Do you like that?" I whisper, a firm command,
As I guide her desire with a steady hand,

In the rhythm of yearning, she finds release,
In the dance of control, a moment of peace.
Our world narrows down to this intimate bind,
Where power and passion in union unwind.
Styles Aug 2024
In that moment,
we were one,
A dance of heat,
the night begun.
she stretched the pleasure, She made it last,
Binding him in the spell the she cast.

Every touch, a spark, a fire,
Every breath, a wave of desire.
Time slipped away, lost in bliss,
Sealed with a deep and lasting kiss.
Styles Aug 2024
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 2024
***
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 2024
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
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