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Styles Nov 3
Your hand slides through my hair,
Gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Eyes locked, filled with hunger,
My breath quickens as you take control.

Your lips crash against mine,
Demanding, hard, and deep,
I moan into your mouth,
My body melting into your touch,
Needing more, craving every bit of you.

Your grip tightens, pulling me closer,
My body responds, wanting to give in,
To feel the intensity of your claim,
I’m lost in the rhythm,
Every movement sends waves of pleasure.

You push me further, pressing me down,
I ache for more, for the force of your need,
The way you make me feel alive,
Filling every inch of me with fire,
Each ****** taking me deeper into bliss.

Your hand pulls my head back,
Marking my skin with your lips,
I feel the power in your touch,
And I surrender to the pleasure,
To the force of being completely yours.
Styles Nov 3
She was a
whiskey sipping,
hips swaying, gripping
my thoughts with every step, she’s slipping—
bold and fierce, untamed and wild,
a county girl with a wicked smile.

Skinny dipping under moonlit skies,
her laughter soft, her daring eyes,
pocketing moments, stealing my breath,
dancing close, teasing every step.

Her touch like fire, her kiss like sin,
inviting me closer, pulling me in,
whiskey warmth on her lips so sweet,
a taste of heaven in every heartbeat.

She’s wild, untamed, my midnight flame,
a burning desire, I can’t contain,
a bumpkin beauty, raw and free,
with whiskey kisses, she’s owning me.
Cezú Nov 2
como para arrastrarme sobre la nariz del diablo
ola de mar, surco salado
sobre la roca me recuesto y descanso

ante Dios por ti quiero interceder
ármate de valentía y ruégame
que solo yo sé por lo que has pasado
y solo yo te puedo ayudar
PAVANI Oct 7
This vessel shivers
under all of the heavy fabric
while the mind hopes for
something so sapphic

Make this vessel yours
free it from the mean fabric
make it yours to protect, yours to touch
add a little of your warmth
you know just how much
ro g Sep 25
i miss the necklaces you gifted me,
the amethysts you made with your lips
that adorned my neck
and turned our shared whispers in bed
into a bold claim, "MINE."
Cezú Sep 22
perfumado...
del aroma escapista.
me presentas tu género en la cédula,
los ciclos de tu luna,
los resultados del eco,
la decoración de tu baby shower.
Taÿpen Sep 9
My Queen your throne awaits you
Come take a seat on my face
You don’t want to be no place else
Climb up on it and make yourself comfortable
You won’t be going anywhere for awhile
After I’m done you won’t feel your legs
You hang my prize above me and out of reach
Teasing me as your juices soak through your *******
I peel them off and pull you down
Don’t try to fight it I’ll make those moans slip out
As I put my mouth on you coaxing out every cry
I don’t care who hears I’m all ears
Ears that are currently being crushed between your thighs
Kissing and licking on your sweet spot
******* on your **** got you clutching my head
Pleasure taking over as you guide me to your destination
Legs shaking with elation
Eyes lidded with glaze
Drunk off your taste as I clean you up
From all the mess you made.
Styles Aug 13
In that moment,
we were one,
A dance of heat,
the night begun.
she stretched the pleasure, She made it last,
Binding him in the spell the she cast.

Every touch, a spark, a fire,
Every breath, a wave of desire.
Time slipped away, lost in bliss,
Sealed with a deep and lasting kiss.
Styles Aug 9
Have you ever found delight,
beneath the silk of starry night,
where bodies meet and secrets sigh,
as shadows dance and love draws nigh?

The heat between us, a tender flame,
whispers softly, calling my name.
In every breath, in every press,
a symphony plays, in love’s caress.

Have you ever traced a path so smooth,
in a groove where hearts find truth?
Each inch explored, each beat in sync,
as we melt together, on summer’s brink.

Eyes locked tight, in a gaze so deep,
lost in a world where passion keeps.
In the quiet hum of night’s embrace,
have you ever found such a place?
Styles Aug 9
Oh, to hold her close, in the sway of desire,
matching her rhythm,
as passion climbs higher.

Her tightness surrounds,
a sweet, perfect fit,
every ****** a pulse,
every move, a hit.

I watch, entranced,
as her body sways,
each bounce, each curve,
in love’s fierce blaze.

Her face, a canvas,
painted with delight,
as we lose ourselves,
in the dance of night.
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