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The bitter sweet tinge of a forbidden fruit I have yet to taste. The longing. The aching. For something to awaken me. So blurred between the lines of the mundane. I reach and strain my muscles for a drop. Just a drop. Stain my lips. With your sweet milk. Trace my curves with your ferocious, hungry eyes. Part the pages of my deepest desires, As I toss and turn in ecstacy. The melody of pleasure slips and escapes from my rose colored lips. I’ve finally taken a bite, And I’m more hungry than I’ve ever been. My lips so raw, so wet with passion. Gasping for air as you take my body, and make it your own. We’ve become one. Between these satin sheets. My nails leave marks of desperation down the tensed curvature of your back. Asking. No, begging for more. I cant get enough. My pale skin blushed with a faint hue of crimson, as I call out for you. Gripping the sheets until my knuckles are nothing but white. I’ve reached the top, and I’m about to fall. I wrap my legs around you. Shaking and quivering, as you fall with me. I breathe your sweet scent in, one last time. As we make our soft landing.
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
Desire
The bitter sweet tinge of a forbidden fruit I have yet to taste. The longing. The aching. For something to awaken me. So blurred between the lines of the mundane. I reach and strain my muscles for a drop. Just a drop. Stain my lips. With your sweet milk. Trace my curves with your ferocious, hungry eyes. Part the pages of my deepest desires, As I toss and turn in ecstacy. The melody of pleasure slips and escapes from my rose colored lips. I’ve finally taken a bite, And I’m more hungry than I’ve ever been. My lips so raw, so wet with passion. Gasping for air as you take my body, and make it your own. We’ve become one. Between these satin sheets. My nails leave marks of desperation down the tensed curvature of your back. Asking. No, begging for more. I cant get enough. My pale skin blushed with a faint hue of crimson, as I call out for you. Gripping the sheets until my knuckles are nothing but white. I’ve reached the top, and I’m about to fall. I wrap my legs around you. Shaking and quivering, as you fall with me. I breathe your sweet scent in, one last time. As we make our soft landing.
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britney-1
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
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