Fistfuls of lust, yet tender
Smell your skin, and dare remember
Holding, yielding, grasping, pleading
Smokey eyes and steaming embers
Destruct the inner walls to lend her
Naïve tongue and tremble breathing
Heat. “I like it”.
Roughing, grinding, fasting, slowing
Oils seeping, fingers deeping
Push and pull to tease and bend her.
Stop, but just to start again,
Steaming. Heating. Beating… Beating…
Beat the heart to break and mend her.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
Fistfuls of lust, yet tender
Smell your skin, and dare remember
Holding, yielding, grasping, pleading
Smokey eyes and steaming embers
Destruct the inner walls to lend her
Naïve tongue and tremble breathing
Heat. “I like it”.
Roughing, grinding, fasting, slowing
Oils seeping, fingers deeping
Push and pull to tease and bend her.
Stop, but just to start again,
Steaming. Heating. Beating… Beating…
Beat the heart to break and mend her.
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