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I want to fill my mouth,
                   with your body, and
                               taste your existence  
                                                for all eternity.

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.

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

Craving the juices of your fruit, and how flavor tastes.

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

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.

my fears turn to tears;
      running down my face,
      like stairs,
      so many ups and downs,
      ego in my ears,
      nobody cares.

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.

Lips dancing
            Playfully
Across her flesh
             Where will
they go
              next

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.

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.

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.

You little tease,
        You know,
        the thought of you,
        not wearing *******,
        under that dress,
        makes me hard,
        in all the right places.

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.

Her eyes the color of seduction
her body speaks in tongues
her fragrance laced with love
intoxicated with desire
and cloaked in beauty

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I would outrun the wind
to catch a glimpse of you;
                                      my Love.

What came first the pawn or the king?

Walking all alone.
In a zone,
On a road.
Bring me home.

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.

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.

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

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!