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Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches light,
To spark a fire deep in the night.
Moments shared, where hearts explore,
Each one leaves us craving more.

Let’s wonder, talk, and learn anew,
Discovering depths of me and you.
Touches that linger, driving us mad,
Moments that feel too good to be had.

A bond so strong, we can’t let go,
A connection deeper than we’ll ever know.
No need to stop, no need to part,
Just endless passion, heart to heart.
Styles Jan 23
Let my fingers trace her skin,
Carving paths only we’ve been in.
Lose yourself as we collide,
To find each other deep inside.

My tongue a poet, her body the page,
Writing verses of passion, igniting a stage.
Kissing her hard, left bruises remain,
Her pleasures ache within pain.

Taste her need as she she take mine too,
In a desperate dance, raw and true.
Not softly, not shyly, but we play it safe,
Marking her boldly with our embrace.

Take me like freedom’s last fleeting call,
Break me apart, but rebuild it all.
I don’t want careful—I crave divine,
An unforgettable chaos where our souls align.
Styles Jan 23
Tied to a chair, blindfold in place,
Every sense alive, my heart starts to race.
The silence screams, the tension grows,
What comes next? Nobody knows.

A touch so soft, it teases my toes,
A delicate stroke where sensation flows.
Up the arch, it glides so slow,
A trail of fire with nowhere to go.

I bite my lip, the urge to fight,
But the teasing touch feels so right.
Relentless, it dances, igniting desire,
A spark that sets my soul on fire.

In the unknown, where senses collide,
Anticipation and thrill can’t be denied.
For in the darkness, where mystery reigns,
Pleasure and growth walk hand in hand with pain.
Styles Jan 21
Let my words trace your silhouette,
a phantom’s caress, lingering yet.
Each syllable a brush of desire,
kindling sparks, igniting fire.

Lines flow like molten gold,
writing secrets your skin won’t withhold.
Every curve, every plane,
etched in whispers that call your name.

They cascade down, slow and sure,
filling spaces you long to endure.
A tempest builds, fierce and untamed,
branding softly, your soul renamed.

Breathless heat, a searing tide,
our untold story where passions collide.
My words, a map, a lover’s art,
binding you fast, heart to heart.
Styles Jan 20
Let my words run down your body,
Wrap around you, branding softly.
Fingerprint trails, smoke rising thin,
Sizzling heat under your skin.

Scorching my path, marking the line,
Each touch whispers, "You are mine."
Styles Jan 2
I love to touch her, feel her heat,
Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat.
Wetness drips, her desire flows,
A plump peach ripe, her passion shows.

My fingers trace her warmth, her weight,
A grounding moment, a timeless state.
Hard as stone, my body yearns,
For her embrace, where pleasure burns.

Her **** glistens, kissed by spit,
A spark ignites, a perfect fit.
My tongue explores, her hips collide,
She rides the waves, a shifting tide.

Tiny circles, electric, divine,
Our bodies melt, our souls align.
Mesmerized by this blazing fire,
A moment of heat, raw and entire.
Styles Jan 2
I love how she consumes me,
Splitting wide open, raw, and free.
Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me
A fire inside, untamed, unashamed.
The weight of me, heavy, pressing down,
My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns.
A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right,
Bodies tangled, lost in the night.
Hips slamming, flesh colliding,
Wet rhythms, primal, abiding.
The air thick with sweat and desire,
A musk of ***, a smoldering fire.
I claims her, filling her with my trace,
A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace.
Deep within my essence lingers,
Written by my soul, your body encased!
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