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Lost in a world of reverie, Longing to make your discovery, I can feel it rise inside of me, Roaring to a flame of ecstasy Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh I am weakness beneath your bated breath Lay claim to my clay, lay claim to my ******* Mold me over and over to collapse on your chest I am yours with each command, each and every kiss Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch I can be your ***** I can be your ***** Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between, A valley full of nectar, as you consume my delicacies Make me your subject, and bow to your Queen Paint a masterpiece on my back, before you lick it clean Stroke your brush inside my palette for another round, Make liquid clouds come oozing from my swelling mound Choking on clouds from my willing mouth, Taking notes from your every sound Opening my blossom on your vine, Aching for our souls to intertwine, Makes my eyes shine, drunk on wine Take what is yours, I know you are mine
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
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Lost in a world of reverie, Longing to make your discovery, I can feel it rise inside of me, Roaring to a flame of ecstasy Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh I am weakness beneath your bated breath Lay claim to my clay, lay claim to my ******* Mold me over and over to collapse on your chest I am yours with each command, each and every kiss Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch I can be your ***** I can be your ***** Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between, A valley full of nectar, as you consume my delicacies Make me your subject, and bow to your Queen Paint a masterpiece on my back, before you lick it clean Stroke your brush inside my palette for another round, Make liquid clouds come oozing from my swelling mound Choking on clouds from my willing mouth, Taking notes from your every sound Opening my blossom on your vine, Aching for our souls to intertwine, Makes my eyes shine, drunk on wine Take what is yours, I know you are mine
I grappled with the thought of naming this one "The Art of Lovemaking", but I thought it would be too on the nose.
racquel-davis
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
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