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Jun 2017
The room is dimly lit by neon,
i turn around to see your face,
my hands behind my head are tied,
my breathing is so out of pace.

You have me down on my knees,
satisfied by the view,
you harass my pale white skin,
the only thing i feel- is you.

You lift my shirt, and blindfold me with it,
instantly i loose my sight,
then take my hair in a fist,
and pull it softly-such delight.

I gasp for air but i stay still,
finding comfort in your smell,
standing from behind you part my legs,
surprised by it -i almost fell.

Aroused by my submission,
your breath gets husky and sharp
you cup my breast with your hand
tearing my reason apart.

I feel your hair on my nape
as you teasingly lick my lips
your hands slide down my navel
and i melt on your fingertips.

You know my body, and where it aches ,
down to every little cell,
i know you love me but still **** me hard,
everything you do,you do so well.
lavendersky
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