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Well, you arrived at this place,
The light of day erased
With the neon’s red glow reflecting off your face.

She craves leather lined with fleece,
Her hands raised high,
Begging for release,

She craves leather with fleece,
Legs spread and dangling,
Honey pools flowing to the sheets,
In every crease and wrinkle, I see ravines.

She begs for pain
With pouted lips, and eyes that grin,
The flogger’s tendrils trace
The very curvature of her frame,
One slap against her breast,
A gasp as it reddens with a twinge,
She laughs back and then -
Another crash against milky skin,

Her petals bloom,
Parting with nectar drooling,
And the leather fingers trace the ridge,
A calm before the storm begins,
Tickling nerves like exciting crowds,
Riling up until the breath breathes loud,
She moans through her longing sounds,
And then the crash comes, to burn it down.

How she longs to feel
Something more, something real,
With the silicone breaching her opening,
Deflowering in her garden of sin,
She screams for more, screams for him,
Needs me more than she can bear,
Tells me where, and tells me when,
But this is just a game,

Her eyes roll back,
Her hips raise and thrash,
Legs shake and collapse,
Mind blank, a relapse,
As the screams quake
And reverb back,
She sees god in the aftermath,
As heat flushes over like a sunbath,
And the sweat beads cool,
As tongue expresses a need to lap
Water to replenish the rain that falls,
In her a waterfall,
Pulsating through it all…

She loves leather and fleece,
As she patiently drops,
Never wanting my release.
🌶️ Adults Only 🌶️ **** between consensual adults is an enthralling way to enhance a relationship in a sensual way.
Damocles Apr 16
Her lips are black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola,
Drink her down until I’m full
Refreshed by her deliciousness.

Her curves cascade in perfect S shapes
A figure eight, and I ache to grip her waist
Pull her porcelain smooth skin to me
Embrace in the way lovers tango after dark
Her red hair was the color of burgundy velvet
So soft like rich silk in the grip of curled fists.

We love with a thunder of gods,
Clash like a tide against the shore—
Moving heaven and earth like Luna’s luminous pull
Shaking the foundation of this house to its roots,
As the walls crack in aghast gasps
And peek through their new see-through gaps.

She is a *****,
And I am the wolf,
Hungry as ever,
She feeds me submission
Let's me dominate her tender
And we both sweat upon the leather.
Lips like black cherry,
Glistening with the slick of gloss
I want to taste her like a cola.
🌶️Adults only🌶️ Seriously, don't read this if you're under 18.

Honestly, this came to me while drinking a black cherry soda lol
Sudzedrebel May 2024
Not a kiss to tell of,
Just hot lust;
Aching to feel her
Lips, around-the-clock
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