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Sep 2018
My hips crave your hands
Slowly and gently directing me.

My lips fear the tenderness
Of your lips but still
Want more of you.

I'm taken to a place
Far from home
Yet so near to your heart.

I release sighs
As a sign of pleasure.

Let my juices quench
Your thirst.

My hips can't stop
Dancing to the rhythm
Of your moans.

Turn my turns and take
Me higher, take me
To a place which
Drives me insane.

It all is so breath taking
I can't speak.

I imagine, imagine how
Would it turn out
If my turns took over.

I might be inexperienced
But this moment is yet to come again.

Written by :Leechle ❤️
Written by
Leechle
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