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Squishy fated
Topography
Meant to puzzle
Together,
the nexus of
Interlocking
limbs--
pulsing and
pumping.

The conductive
catalyst
the dazed hazy
Swooning--
I bite my lip
and you start to
give in,
I won't tell you no--
take a hit
to the bed
grabbing sheets
*******
air past teeth
no thoughts
just breathe...
or don't.

Choke
on the nexus
of firing synapses
the electric relapses
into shivers and moans--
****--
I need
to
feel you.

Your skin
lingers in
the shivers--
in the wake
of the day
my body
Remembering
that you
aren't there
and it aches.

Please--
Lead me there,
Take
Me
Please,
Let me
bathe in
your twilight.
Wet
You never cared,
never tried,
you left me drowning
every time I cried.
Maybe, my tears
were all you could get,
the only way for you
to make me wet.
And in this life, we:
Live, we regret, we learn –
Lessons from regret

And for bodies, we are:
Skins, touch, ecstasies in –
Two hearts that touch

Finally, we are all to:
Love, give breath, have *** –
To expect, another breath

              We all create.
Woke up feelings to a morning that kind of *****; mixed a bit of ****
in my coffee cup – being blunt, that I need a higher buzz. When I cry,
my tears are always like smoke in my lungs; it just chokes me up.

In this life where people search for *******, more than the depth
of one’s inner soul – they might say they love you, but never hold you
that close. Even if our energies magnetized, I still need to know – that
if we dressed our love, would I still be attracted to you even in your
baggy clothes?

We all carry baggage – still if I showed you mine, would you
show me yours…

Pillow talk: you can be good at it, but in public you don’t have the
right words – you just rest them in your thoughts. Where you woke
up, laughing with the bad folk – the wiser eyes look at you as the
joke.

                                                      Aren’t we sometimes a terrible joke?
xavier thomas Jan 25
She said, “ you so fine, makin’ me blush”
I said , “Love, It’s just me a professional mutt”

She said, “ Sweets, come close don’t get too rough”
I said, “let me take you down, it’ll be enough”
Take you down, just be enough

I have confidence already, so excuse my ignorance

Pretty face blinds my mind during times & certain circumstances

But I’ll show my flaws just
for you

Let those flaws shower down
on you

emotions be discoverable

So let me trace my fingers
all over you

She said, “ you so fine, makin’ me blush”
I said , “Love, It’s just me a professional mutt”

She said, “ Sweets, come close don’t get too rough”
I said, “let me take you down, it’ll be enough”
Take you down, just be enough
Styles Jan 24
Don’t make a sound, let’s keep it tight,
Going for another round deep in the night.
No stopping now, we’re caught in the flow,
Starting at the bottom, then up we go.

Now she’s on top, like she’s thought of it all,
Commanding the rhythm, answering the call.
Our bodies grind, a primal beat,
Hearts racing fast, locked in the heat.

She rides me hard, no slowing pace,
Pushing me deeper in this endless race.
We **** through the breaks, no stopping, no running,
Her body ignites like she’s truly becoming.

Until she lets go, her essence released,
Her cries a crescendo, the passion increased.
Her ***** running, a flood so pure,
A fever of pleasure, nothing demure.

Round after round, no end in sight,
Two souls entwined in the depth of the night.
Every motion, every ****** so profound,
We’re lost in this dance, until we’re both drowned.
Styles Jan 24
Ride me,
As I guide thee,
Match my rhythm, stride for stride,
Our bodies move, perfectly tied.

You provide pleasures deep and sweet,
Where our desires and passions meet.
Overwhelmed, we lose all time,
Chasing a satisfaction so sublime.

Together we seek, together we find,
A fiery connection, body and mind.
With every motion, our souls collide,
In this endless dance, side by side.
Do not believe yourself in love,
Know it. Remember the taste of such truth,
Wet against your tongue, sweetest fire through your veins,
Breathing whispered passions.
Hands grasping hips, teeth grazing skin;
The consumption of another soul, body and mind:

Let it envelop you, but-
-please, be kind about your recollections;

Public ****** is illegal.
Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches slight,
A gentle spark that feels so right.
Moments shared, just you and me,
A journey into intimacy.

We’ll talk, we’ll learn, we’ll wonder still,
Discovering depths that time won’t ****.
Each touch a whisper, soft yet bold,
A story of passion waiting to be told.

Those moments when we can’t let go,
The fire between us starts to grow.
No space, no pause, no need to part,
Just the rhythm of two beating hearts.

Let the connection pull us near,
In a world where only we appear.
Lost in touches, sweet and true,
I’ll learn you, and you’ll learn me too.
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