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Nov 3
Your hand grips tight, pulling me near,
I gasp for breath, feeling no fear.
You push me down, I arch my back,
Craving you—there’s nothing I lack.

Each move you make, I feel the fire,
Lost in your touch, consumed with desire.
Your lips on my skin, I can’t resist,
Surrendering fully, sealed with a kiss.

With every ******, you take control,
Filling my body, claiming my soul.
I’m yours tonight, no need to hide,
Loving the pleasure, the heat of the ride.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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