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Styles Mar 2024
You are my lover of the night, as you set my mind amaze.

Craving the juices of your fruit, and how flavor tastes.
Styles Dec 2019
The taste
of her lips
refreshes my soul.
Styles Apr 2018
Dripping with wetness
Tongue licking your wet lips
Drips dripping as his mouth slips
Your back curves as her waist dips
Sliding inside your precipice,
warm licks melt her core
his length stretch her sore
Soothing strong loathing
Between your legs; imploding
Fingers explore
tendons screaming
lions yearning for more
folds of flesh mesh
tongue swirling
in juices fresh
Fingers twirling
insides tense
destination distinguished
Styles Sep 2015
I want to
kiss you
until my mouth
tastes like you.
Styles May 2020
I want to taste
your lips until
your flavor
saturates mine
Styles Dec 2024
No teasing, no wait, just pure delight,
I take him in, my mouth grips tight.
My tongue glides slow, tracing his head,
Feeling him throb as my hunger’s fed.

The taste of him lingers, salty and raw,
My lips move steady, without a flaw.
Up and down, two strokes in a row,
My hands explore him, my passion on show.

I stroke his shaft, cradle his need,
******* him deep, fulfilling his greed.
His moans grow louder, his breath a cry,
His hips buck wildly, reaching the sky.

Wanting, needing, his control is gone,
I take him deeper, until he’s undone.
Styles May 2014
Read your mind, and wrote back. Your body language, crossed the line. Your wet spots, one track. Taking my time, laying you. Face flat, pulling on your hair, head back. Hands spreading your thighs, take that. ******* inside, now taste that
Styles Sep 2019
Her mound
amounts to
a mouthful of
of the most remarkable
thing I have ever tasted.
Styles Jul 2019
Your taste;
   flavor laced.
   with complexities,
   that are addicting to me.
   tastebuds consistently feening for,
   the texture of your consistency.
Styles Jun 2020
I am salivating
over your curves
The way they bend in all the right ways
It makes me so stiff
I wish, I could just slide my hands all over her
Listen to you exhale as we go skin to skin
tasting the taste of your tongue
After your delicious lips let me in  
our mouth enveloping each other  
with so much anticipation
we quiver as the nerves subside
as the moment sets in
Styles Jun 2016
Love at first sight,
I love your frame.
My lust takes aim,
try with all my might,
to push your button like a game.
I use my tongue,
to twist a knot,
in your throat; like a rope.
I'm dope to your veins --
I ignite your flames
with a passion untamed;
hope to bare your passion fruit
peeling your flesh back
until you wear my body like a name.
sip'n' lick your juices until your drained
I knew you would come, and i'm glad your came.
i love when you scream, your roll your tongue in my name.
Styles Sep 2016
Wear my words like tattoos
imprinted on your heart
written in forever.
Styles Jun 2023
my fears turn to tears;
      running down my face,
      like stairs,
      so many ups and downs,
      ego in my ears,
      nobody cares.
Styles Dec 2015
This water washes,
away the sorrow of pain,
caused by that of love.
Styles May 2015
Let stop with the games,
       You can feel your hands,
        feeling me, you know what you are doing. Stop.
        Teasing me in a crazy way. Stop.
        As you blush, I look away.
       Flirting, as two lover play.
Styles Mar 2024
More often,
she goes out,
with no *******,
for fun now.

The though of
breakfast, lunch and dinner
on my tongue now.

She is,
simply irresistible,
that is a fact now.
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 Sep 2014
As she sat in lace *******;    
damp from her liquids,    
so slick they easily slip,    
down over her pelvis,    
sliding off her hips.    
Thighs parting, legs spread wide.    
Her finger tips,    
the crescent between her lips,    
tracing her slit,  
Pressing,    
Caressing,    
As her waist lifts.    
Her present,    
His gift,    
Turning herself on,    
teasing him like this.
Styles Apr 2021
Her eyes lie to me,
as much as they entice me.
Either way,
I am her's
for the
taking
Styles Jun 2023
Lips dancing
            Playfully
Across her flesh
             Where will
they go
              next
Styles Apr 2024
In the heart of the bustling city, where the neon lights danced and the streets pulsed with life, there was a young woman named Emily. She moved with an effortless grace, her laughter echoing through the crowded sidewalks. To those who knew her, Emily was a free spirit, always seeking adventure and excitement.

It was on one such evening that she caught the eye of Michael, a writer who frequented the local cafe where Emily often spent her evenings. Michael was captivated by Emily's energy, her laughter like music to his ears. He found himself drawn to her, unable to resist the pull of her magnetic presence.

As their paths crossed more frequently, Michael found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with Emily. He admired her spontaneity, her fearlessness in the face of uncertainty. And though he tried to deny his feelings, telling himself it was nothing more than a passing infatuation, he couldn't shake the thought of her from his mind.

Meanwhile, Emily was unaware of Michael's growing affection. She enjoyed his company, their conversations ranging from the trivial to the profound. But to her, he was simply a friend, a familiar face in a sea of strangers.

One night, as they sat together in the dimly lit cafe, Emily leaned in close, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Do you want to know a secret?" she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Michael nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest.

"More often," she began, her words sending a shiver down his spine, "I go out with no *******, just for fun now."

Michael's breath caught in his throat, his cheeks flushing crimson. He had never met anyone like Emily before, someone so unabashedly herself, so utterly irresistible.

The revelation sparked something between them, a flicker of desire that burned brighter with each passing moment. And as they lingered in the warmth of the cafe, lost in each other's company, Michael knew that he had found something worth holding onto.

For in Emily, he had found not just a lover, but a kindred spirit, someone who saw the world as he did – full of wonder and possibility. And though their journey together would be filled with twists and turns, highs and lows, Michael was certain of one thing:

With Emily by his side, he was ready to face whatever the future held, one adventure at a time.
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Styles Jun 2023
You little tease,
        You know,
        the thought of you,
        not wearing *******,
        under that dress,
        makes me hard,
        in all the right places.
Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches slight,
A gentle spark that feels so right.
Moments shared, just you and me,
A journey into intimacy.

We’ll talk, we’ll learn, we’ll wonder still,
Discovering depths that time won’t ****.
Each touch a whisper, soft yet bold,
A story of passion waiting to be told.

Those moments when we can’t let go,
The fire between us starts to grow.
No space, no pause, no need to part,
Just the rhythm of two beating hearts.

Let the connection pull us near,
In a world where only we appear.
Lost in touches, sweet and true,
I’ll learn you, and you’ll learn me too.
Styles May 2017
Her eyes the color of seduction
her body speaks in tongues
her fragrance laced with love
intoxicated with desire
and cloaked in beauty
Styles Sep 2018
My mouth drooling;    
   I am feigning for her deliciousness;
    her fleshy fruit -- blooming in my mouth,
    spewing her milky nectar -- all over my tongue.
    I kneel before lapping at her hole;
thin pink lips
     parted by my fingers,
      praying on her weakness.
        feeding my desire;
                 as her body quivers beneath me
                   her swells flooded with satisfaction
Styles Jun 2024
My body trembles, craving to be fed,
A hunger deep, with thoughts of him in bed.
Desire's flame, it burns so bright,
A need that keeps me up at night.

Anticipation, like a storm it brews,
His touch, his scent, the feelings I choose.
Desperate for his tender kiss,
Yearning for his touch, his bliss.

A bond so strong, it binds us tight,
A connection deep, pure and right.
In every moment, my heart does soar,
Craving his presence, wanting more.

This longing's power, it won't subside,
In his arms, my secrets hide.
A love so fierce, it shakes my core,
Forever yearning, always more.
Styles Feb 2022
I want to feel the skin
between and within
her thighs

As I fantasize
my size, starts to rise
and temptation starts to set inside
I want to be inside
her insides
feeling her walls grind
against me
as I slide in deep
our worlds collide
her juices subside
then thrive
my ***** swell intensely
wanting to release inside immensely
I won't stop until I am empty
filling her plenty

it should be a sin the way
she tempts 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 Dec 2020
Fingers traced her flesh
trailing his tongue
revealing a path of goosebumps
leading to her wetness
drenched with desire
Styles Dec 2015
Your touch;
  translated to my flesh,
  is as fresh my breathe,
  ruling your body.
  Submerged in your heat,
  spreading your body,
  our worlds unraveled,
  everything we embody
  passion burning deep,
  Scorching heat,
  left you dripping wet,
desires ravishing flesh,
pleasures relentless.
Your depths, I trespess
  my love;
               Temptress.
Styles May 2020
From the mind of a naughty girl;
                 in that sinful place
                 there is temptation
                 and by placing your finger there
                 you will bring out the devil in her.
Styles Oct 2014
Hidden behind my desires.
Fantasies of ecstasy
frustrating me.
My body tempting me sensually.
Sexuality turning on me,
arousing my entity.
My fingers betraying me, ****** my body eagerly.
Probing between my legs relentlessly,
consuming my whole body; selfishly.
Weakening my flesh; this tantalizing energy
claiming the deepest depths of my *****.
Scandalous imagery, mentally ravaging me,
seducing me, teasing my lips,
guiding my fingertips effortlessly,
long fingers dip, disappearing;
deep inside of me.
My ***** tightens, the feelings heighten.
Warm liquids drip, stone hard ****;
pulling and rubbing it.
Wrist twist,palm grinding against my *****--
legs clasp, my insides amass giving way,
As I spray, my exhausted body collapses.
Styles Jul 2019
When we kiss, your lips,
communicate your feelings, in ways,
words can't relay,
they always know what to say.
Styles Oct 2014
Searching your mind,  
Revealing your soul.  
A piece of my mind,  
Making you whole.  
The depths of your feelings,  
Defines the depths I will go.  
I know what I know,  
Time for me to show,  
How well though.
Like never before,
Here I go.  
Persuading your body,  
In so many ways,  
You're powerless to evade,  
The prowess of my ways.  
Caressing your tenderness.  
These moments your memory will replay;  
Haunting parts of your body in a special way.  
Reminiscent of this very day,  
Our parts bonding as we lay.  
Still influenced in ways you can't see,  
Rather feel, so its as real as can be.  
These unique pleasures bestowed upon you,  
Impaling your reality with my point of view.  
This abundance of energy; this vitality.  
A reflection of you and me.  
Enticing you mentally,  
controlling you physically,  
releasing you and me chemically.
Styles Jan 2017
The ***
Fresh with action
Your flesh
flush with passion
Our bodies
Hot off of reaction
In need
Seeking satisfaction
Reaching for the skies
Our bodies
Climaxing
Started from a text
From that I felt your vibe
The way you touched me
Made me want you
Not just part of you
But yours truly
Wear your body like my jewelry
on all of me
You and me in harmony for
forever plus eternity
I’m feeling you
You feeling
me
Styles Jun 2020
I would outrun the wind
to catch a glimpse of you;
                                      my Love.
Styles Jul 2017
I gave my trust to a thief.
She stole my heart,
then called it love.
Made the mistake of
believing her.
Found myself needing her
Never be leaving her.
Wanted and feining, her
Potion working kneading me hard
My purpose meant for her
But like a mother's love
is mother's nature
Time reveals all
And the truth is no stranger.
The past becomes the present
of previous mistakes.
What made our world's quake
Karma turns in strange ways
But hardly makes mistakes
Painting the wrong picture
So if a heart gets broken it wasn't by Mrs.Take
Styles May 2015
What came first the pawn or the king?
Styles Jun 2014
Walking all alone.
In a zone,
On a road.
Bring me home.
Styles Sep 2016
Engulf  me with your heaviest storm;
    As your rains, reins down over me,
    let your lightning strike,
    and my thunder clap back.
    As our sparks fly,
    so bright they blind out the night.  
    Making the stars blush at the site
    Of our worlds as they touch; two planets
    forming a universe; that is us.
Styles Dec 2014
Your thoughts are not matter.
maybe not to them, but to you.
which is enough.
There, sitting inside of you waiting for you to give them the breathe of life, strong enough breed the kind of light that might change a life.
that changes times
inspire minds that
in time, changes minds
repeat that one thousand-times
you've made his story
from speaking your mind.
Styles Sep 2014
Its been a while, since I've, seen that smile; that **** style, it turns me on, you're such a trip. I love how you keep it hip; *******, red, my favorite color- your Thursday pick.

I'm plotting- giving you a life sentence, making you ****** on the dot, then we pick another spot, and take it from the top. All our issues, disappear; when your clothes drop. You are, straight flushed-- red in the face; from a light touch.

From your text, you seem stressed, we might have to do it a little longer. Been working out, so I'm a little bit stronger- holding your legs back, shoulders pressed: I hope I'm, making you wonder. Hands, coiled around your legs; up. Under your dress, hands slowly progress- it hurts now, but you will love the rest.

My hand griping your hips, pulling you in, a tight fit: Thicker, longer, harder- already told you I was stronger, now your feeling it, more than just the tip. Acting so professional when you came; and left a mess when I flipped the script.

Red *******, with white spots all over your dress- blaming me for your mess. Now I'm *******; ready or not. Your *** up, stomach in knots, my kingdom ***; with our foreplay. You've been foreshadowing all day, enjoying each other as we play. The rush alone, it enough to make me stay
Styles May 2014
Be patient, it might take some time. Just, let it build up. Don't uncross’em  it will feel awesome. You should know yourself, what works best, rolling or rocking? Don't think about it, just relax. Use some muscle, the one between your legs. Hussle; ruffle and tussle, it’s like trying to make a puzzle fit; sometimes you gotta wiggle it a bit, a little bit.What’s wrong, you looked puzzled? You red, so into it. lights out; so intimate. Now try feeling between the lines, you have to focus a bit.  Forget what you read; and what's been said; you won’t go blind, it’s all in your head. The only time you should lose site, is when you re-sight this vision in your head; closed eyes, on your loveseat, sofa or bed. Just repeat it in your head, like Simon said. **** around and hit the right button, you might wet the bed.  My sign language tracing over your lips, repeating what I said.  First come, first serve; you can't be beat. Just, listen to my voice, follow my lead. See, you don’t need to see men, to succeed, you got me.So. take your time, no rush. Relax, match your breathing with mine. slow, down, take your time.Touch your fingertip, to your little tip, and grind- press down harder, yeah, that is it.. Pause, fast, forward, left, right; rewind.  Now, do all if that, one more time. But first, lick your fingertip, so your *******, rise and shine, glitterish. Your index, just slide, inside you appendix, cause I penned it; very specific.  Here's another  tip; curl your fingers, like a tongue would flick your upper lip - the thought alone should make you flip. Now your *******, soaking wet, that's my favorite. Just use your imagination; then go for it! Your heart will skip. Pace yourself, you can't cheat.  Sped up your hearts rate, to your beat. You might have left a note to yourself, but I’m the one that wrote it all over your sheets!
Styles Aug 2014
Stuck in a prison, in
the shape of a heart.
Its messing with me,
Slowly tearing me apart.
This can't last forever,
Knew that from the start.
I was the first to fall,
You just played your part.
Sands build castles,
Then time, rips them apart.
Its all worth the hassle,
Like any precious piece of art.
Everybody Loves falling in love,
But they forget  the painful part.
Not all is forgotten,
Read the scars of a broken heart.
                                               The reason we do it again,
                                               confuses my soul, then
                                                the proceeds,
                                                 to break my heart. Never
                                                  again, the I cross my Heart.
She crosses my path,
Then it all falls a part.
I play the fool,
While she fiddles my heart.
Wrapped around her fingers,
Trapped from the start. As
Silly as it sounds, it hurt
Being apart. A piece to her
Game, loved playing hearts.
Using darts-- playing my part; Right.
Left a crack in my heart.
Styles Nov 2014
Its funny how soon we forget.
The Knots in my chest,
Correct me, if I am correct.
We live in a system, within a built in system,
With backup systems, that protect the system.
By making us victim, to our own system.
We trusting a nonanimate object
With intimate aspects, to serve and protect
Via eternal justice, for all human life.
Greed entered the feed, and it cost us
Our bill of rights. Sending women and
Children to fight the systems fight,
It even convinced them, that fighting
Is right? Labeled human beings with
Dog tags, so we think they a low enough life form,
No even a human being, so it’s alright to take their life.
Their system doing the same thing, so it makes it alright.
Too many negatives, I’m positive, will never get it right.
But who am I, I am just a guy.
Who’s social insecurities came from
Social securities the system controlling
Via my social security
Numbers mixed with obscurity
With a credit rating that doesn’t tell the whole story.
A track record that’s way too old;
You see
Between you and me,
The system doesn’t want that to be
As long as there is a greater than,
An equal can never be; it has nothing to do
With me and you. The system designed by a chosen
Few that tell the rest of the world what do, with rules
That allow them to rule, playing us for fools,
Been doing it for generations,
And there generations do it too.
Please re-read and replace the word system with government.
Styles May 2015
There will
come a time,
you'll doubt yourself.
There will
come a time,
you'll question yourself.
There will
come a time,
you'll hate yourself.
There will
come a time,
you'll scare yourself.
There will
come a time,
you'll love yourself.
Just be thankful there's two of you.
Styles Dec 2014
Question:
When will there be peace for mankind?
Answer:
When human beings stop being human beings!!
Styles Jan 2016
you only call me when hes hard to find
that's when you want me by your side
you only need me when you two are in a fight
you know i love you, but you don't treat me right
you will never know how that makes me feel inside
it messed up when I think about it
but you in my world i cant do without it
and that's ****** up and I know it is
but real talk, that's just the way it is
Styles Aug 2014
Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.
Styles Dec 2016
You said that you loved me,
but you don't though.
I believed your lips
because they said so
Wearing out my heart
likes its a logo
fooled my once, then twice
that was a low blow
even though I'm angry
I still got your photo
you look so good, I just want mo
Ever since you left me
I've fallen for you even more so
I miss the moments that we shared, every morsel.
but judging by your replies
and the look in your eyes
the love is gone;
and you've moved on.
and its not just mental...
you keep trying to hide it
both I already know...
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