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Styles Nov 2024
She was a
whiskey sipping,
hips swaying, gripping
my thoughts with every step, she’s slipping—
bold and fierce, untamed and wild,
a county girl with a wicked smile.

Skinny dipping under moonlit skies,
her laughter soft, her daring eyes,
pocketing moments, stealing my breath,
dancing close, teasing every step.

Her touch like fire, her kiss like sin,
inviting me closer, pulling me in,
whiskey warmth on her lips so sweet,
a taste of heaven in every heartbeat.

She’s wild, untamed, my midnight flame,
a burning desire, I can’t contain,
a bumpkin beauty, raw and free,
with whiskey kisses, she’s owning me.
Styles Sep 2024
The needs of flesh tempt the soul,
Ignite desires, as truths unfold.
Vibes that pulse, in rhythm's stride,
Ambition wanes where truth resides.

In the depth of your gaze, it lies—
The unspoken desire in your eyes.
Styles Sep 2024
I’ll savor every single drop,
Not a moment to let it stop.
For in this feast, love is chased—
The most delicious thing ever tasted.
Styles Sep 2024
Fingers trace the curves of his bare chest,
Each touch, a deliberate quest.
In every line, a story unfolds,
In every breath, my longing holds.

The quiet moment, a canvas bare,
Where desire whispers, soft as air.
I find my fire, in the heat of his skin,
In this silent dance, where we begin.
Styles Sep 2024
I crave the taste, the forbidden sip,
The abyss between your waxed lips.
Where silence meets desire’s call,
In that tender space, I fall.

A fleeting kiss, a secret shared,
In the depths of longing, we are bared.

Your lips, a sanctuary sweet,
Where every touch, our souls meet.
In the curve of passion's grip,
I wish to linger, in that intimate dip
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.
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