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Taÿpen Nov 9
We locked eyes as the magnetic force pulled us together
We communicated without a single word
We connected in sync; enraptured by your smile I couldn’t even blink
So many fantasies playing in my mind
Plotting on taking you back to my suite so I can give you that sweet seduction
There’s a spark that needs setting and you’re the fuse
I tug and you pull as neither one of us wants to lose  
You looking like a cake in your birthday suit
I’m going to enjoy every single slice of you
You gripping the sheets, hair in disarray
Hear your screams from miles away, let the whole world know who got you this way
I’ll have you going crazy endlessly over my magic stick
Behind close doors you can let go and lose yourself to me.
My buddies shared stories

When they wanted protection

But the ******* fanatics’

Decisions were static


Used all possible ploys

To manipulate guys

Into blowing their loads

In their pink little holes


These girls might be crazy

They may well be *****

For all we know

They might want a baby


Regardless of risk

My guys fell for their tricks

When one ruse failed

The girls went down their list


They said not to worry

*** and ***** are clean

When they ****** the next day

It burned like lit gasoline


They turned up the heat

Seduction was key

Till all they could think

Was with the head between their legs


It won’t feel as good

Sensitivity reduced

You won’t stay hard

And I won’t stay wet and squirt jets


You should accept my request

I thought we were cool

If you just trusted me…

Be carefree like a hippie baby!


Emotional blackmail

I’ll get mad if you insist

To protect your *****

Resistance is futile *****


They said if we must

Let ME wrap it up

I’ll secretly poke holes

Or slip off before you explode


She’ll have no *** at all

Or she’ll force you down

And stay on top

Making you drop the ****** to the ground


She says she’s on the pill

When she’s definitely not

Even if you pull out

There’s still ***** in your pre-***, no doubt


Either she’ll give you disease

Or steal your seed for a baby

None of that is love

So wear a glove bubba


At the end of the story

They said don’t stick your **** in crazy

She might get too attached

You’ll wake up with your **** and ***** detached
Styles Nov 3
Your hand grips tight, pulling me near,
I gasp for breath, feeling no fear.
You push me down, I arch my back,
Craving you—there’s nothing I lack.

Each move you make, I feel the fire,
Lost in your touch, consumed with desire.
Your lips on my skin, I can’t resist,
Surrendering fully, sealed with a kiss.

With every ******, you take control,
Filling my body, claiming my soul.
I’m yours tonight, no need to hide,
Loving the pleasure, the heat of the ride.
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
Your hand gently brushes my hair aside,
Fingers trailing down my face,
Palm cupping my cheek,
Then gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Making me lift my gaze, drawn to you.

A soft, teasing kiss meets my lips,
I’ve craved this moment,
Yearned for you, aching with need,
I would wait forever for your touch.

Your tongue explores me deeply,
And I press closer, wanting more,
My moans escape as I surrender,
Knees pressing into the ground,
Lost in the hunger between us.

Your grip tightens, pulling me back,
Your lips claiming my neck,
Each kiss a mark of possession,
Forcing me to feel, to take it all,
Until the world knows—I belong to you.
Drab Nov 3
Why is it?
When I reach a certain edge.
Not sure what kind of edge it is.
But I reach it often.

But the thought occurs to me.
Always.
Should I?
Should I, you know.
The ledge….
Wait, I’m on a scale.
It has bad news…..

Something is in the way now.
Taÿpen Nov 3
She handles the **** with a commanding presence
Has it standing at attention when she’s gripping
Flipping her tongue giving my **** acrobatic lessons
Treating my ***** like wine when she’s sipping
Got me calling for god when she’s delivering my blessing.
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
Taÿpen Nov 2
Sitting across from you in the bathtub
Staring into your eyes as I lift your leg out the water
Placing your ankle on my shoulder as I draw illustrations along your calf with my tongue
You moan my name so prettily as you lean your head back against the wall
I had to remind you that my tongue cleanses you like nothing else.
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