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Styles Nov 2024
Your hand gently brushes my hair aside,
Fingers trailing down my face,
Palm cupping my cheek,
Then gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Making me lift my gaze, drawn to you.

A soft, teasing kiss meets my lips,
I’ve craved this moment,
Yearned for you, aching with need,
I would wait forever for your touch.

Your tongue explores me deeply,
And I press closer, wanting more,
My moans escape as I surrender,
Knees pressing into the ground,
Lost in the hunger between us.

Your grip tightens, pulling me back,
Your lips claiming my neck,
Each kiss a mark of possession,
Forcing me to feel, to take it all,
Until the world knows—I belong to you.
Styles Nov 2024
Flesh awakens, hearts collide,
Desire dances, nothing to hide.
Rhythms build, soft and slow,
In your gaze, a burning glow.

Unspoken heat, lips drawn near,
Passion whispers, loud and clear.
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
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