Mar 2024
By Cara de Luna
SOFIA
she lights a black cigarette and places it on her gravity-defying lips:
No one knows you like no one knows me. That's enough to stir the night into being. I'll excite the multiple hot jungles in your mind and twist the man out of you. I've got a loaded revolver in my pocket - I dare you to shoot, you rogue, just so I can have you where I want you. No other man moves me like the wet snake you are.
CAMILLE
Paper flowers adorn her *******. She's floral and feminine, and squeezes her thighs at the thought of you moving between them. Crouch low on her, be the secret lion of her desires. Rub the friction of her petals - take her hips - hair on hair - lust on lust - peal her slowly with the right rhythm - she's nectar and cream - **** the moist Venus out of her and push it back in.
XIMENA
She's an Aztec arrow. A tiger, a biter. Insatiable. Impossible. She'll curl the heat out of you and make you buck like a bull only to skin you, and drop you like a hot coal in the fire she started. You'll have her mark of fire everywhere you go, and you'll touch yourself at the thought of her eyes on you as she rode you.
LUNA
Her ****** voltage runs through her underground veins. She's the old world sorceress, she seduces from her sacral chakra - thick invisible honey oozes from her psychic touch, and makes the night groan with urgency. The weight of her breath, the downward spiral of her depth draws sweat and *** from your moans. She can smell your arousal miles away and seduces you with her mind while you bathe.
NATASHA
She is melancholy, the faded silent film, with ghosts between her hands and white gaze. She writes erotica and sends it to her lovers, then strokes herself knowing they're reading her words. She knows exactly how to stir the sensual currents. She's the hidden panther, the burning goddess, the pornographic flower who wears pearls. The artist's model with no name. ****** her if you’re a poet: romance the *** out of her, then **** her mystery into being.
SOFIA
she lights a black cigarette and places it on her gravity-defying lips:
No one knows you like no one knows me. That's enough to stir the night into being. I'll excite the multiple hot jungles in your mind and twist the man out of you. I've got a loaded revolver in my pocket - I dare you to shoot, you rogue, just so I can have you where I want you. No other man moves me like the wet snake you are.
CAMILLE
Paper flowers adorn her *******. She's floral and feminine, and squeezes her thighs at the thought of you moving between them. Crouch low on her, be the secret lion of her desires. Rub the friction of her petals - take her hips - hair on hair - lust on lust - peal her slowly with the right rhythm - she's nectar and cream - **** the moist Venus out of her and push it back in.
XIMENA
She's an Aztec arrow. A tiger, a biter. Insatiable. Impossible. She'll curl the heat out of you and make you buck like a bull only to skin you, and drop you like a hot coal in the fire she started. You'll have her mark of fire everywhere you go, and you'll touch yourself at the thought of her eyes on you as she rode you.
LUNA
Her ****** voltage runs through her underground veins. She's the old world sorceress, she seduces from her sacral chakra - thick invisible honey oozes from her psychic touch, and makes the night groan with urgency. The weight of her breath, the downward spiral of her depth draws sweat and *** from your moans. She can smell your arousal miles away and seduces you with her mind while you bathe.
NATASHA
She is melancholy, the faded silent film, with ghosts between her hands and white gaze. She writes erotica and sends it to her lovers, then strokes herself knowing they're reading her words. She knows exactly how to stir the sensual currents. She's the hidden panther, the burning goddess, the pornographic flower who wears pearls. The artist's model with no name. ****** her if you’re a poet: romance the *** out of her, then **** her mystery into being.
