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Kaiden Lewis Nov 18
Far
As the darkness surrounds my room
I type unspeakable words
To the only one that cares,
Yet he can't be here

The pain of being attached to something
You can't see
Or hear
The craving of his touch
That's way too far to reach you

You see the words on the screen
Yet you feel so alone
He cares, and you know that
But does he really?

I drop my phone
As i lay down, staring at the pretty white ceiling
Counting each second closer to our goal
I might be young but one thing i know for sure

Love is complicated
Long distance relationships are beautiful, yet hard
Styles Aug 6
Vibing;
large hands,
guiding her hips
She's mounted,
Straddled there, She's riding
poised above—
Her movements eager, fervent,
Grinding;
Against him, she presses with need,
Finding pleasure in the rhythm they feed.
With his fullness embraced between her thighs,
They both seek their peak in each other's eyes.
Colliding;
Pleasuring herself, pleasuring him,
In the depths of desire, together they swim.
The satisfaction mirrored in her gaze
Captures the essence of their shared blaze.
Styles Jun 4
I gripped her hips, matching her rhythm, feeling her tightness envelop me. It was pure ecstasy. Every ******, every movement, sent waves of pleasure through me. I watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her ******* bounced with each ******, the way her face contorted in pleasure.
Styles Jun 3
Ate
I gazed upon her, ******* cast away,
Her thick hips swaying, a tantalizing display.
Each garment she shed, an invitation to sin,
My anticipation surged, aching to begin.

With deliberate grace, she unveiled her form,
My desire ignited, a feverish storm.
The sweet scent of her essence, a delicate tease,
Tickled my senses, brought me to my knees.
Styles Jun 3
Her mind filled
with vivid fantasies,
fueling her arousal.

Her **** throbbed
under and on top
swollen and ultra-sensitive.
he rubbed it faster,
hips bucking

involuntarily in response
The control has long pasted her

The combinations
Of  sensations
his fingers inside her
the relentless stimulation of her ****
created an overwhelming tide of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak,
and with a final, intense stroke, she was sent over the edge.

Now she is
Passed out,
curled over,
her legs weak.
Styles Jun 3
The rhythm of his fingers,
on her **** quickened,
each stroke becoming more insistent.
Her moans consistent,
With the waves of pleasure,
radiating through her.

He does it so good to her,
her breath comes in,
shallow, needy gasps.

With his fingers
he teased her entrance,
feeling the heat and wetness there.

Slowly,
he pushed ******* inside,
feeling the tight,
velvety walls of her *****,
clench around them.
fingers in and out,

Curled to hit the right spot
Got her begging him not to stop
Styles May 30
Beneath the moonlight, where shadows gently play,
Our passion lingers, though night begins to sway.
With tender hands, I trace her silken skin,
A wordless vow, where our love begins.

Her whispers are the music of the night,
Soft echoes of our love, pure and bright.
In every touch, a story softly speaks,
Of dreams fulfilled and moments love seeks.

Under stars, in our haven we reside,
Two souls as one, with hearts open wide.
Her laughter, like a song, fills the night air,
A melody of joy that we both share.

As dawn emerges, with its gentle light,
I hold her close, embracing the sight.
For in her presence, my soul finds its grace,
A love eternal, in this sacred space.
Styles May 28
I used to read your lips,
like books,
I loved watching you write.

Lately you have been silent,
like a flash at night,
a lovely sight.

Breaking apart at the seams,
with all my might,
you sent me a message, but
I just didn't read it right.

Now, your silence is deafening,
but at least I got the message
last night.
Styles May 28
I felt;
you were more than just a fling, but then
you flung me away,
like I was nothing.

I was to you,
as you were to me.

Empty.
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