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#grinding
She comes in waves. In vibration, pulsating; In a silken grave. Writhing, in pain and in pleasure; Gyrations, a grind of leisure. Bucking in the saddle; Riding hard, and giving pressure. On the range, right at home; One who meets the measure
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Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Guava
On the whole kindness equals weakness thing, I question any piss-nettle licking bulldog who with merry abandon will slobber, chase and bark bark bark at tired rabbits to hide the bare patch where real ***** should be Glorious, true strength comes from settling into another’s shoes and sadness and making both a little lighter while still achieving arbitrary, stunted targets set by dim witted stumps getting paid way too much
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
Kind to be kind
See when I first thought about love I would jump to random **** like only reason ppl would love me is if they could cheat then I found out that people like me for me and then i found out that I'm worth more to other people then I thought I was and to the one I love most I just wanna say I ❤️ u and wanna be together forever and I'll love u as long as possible
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
When you know you love someone
~Mature Content~ Slip your leg beteeen my thighs Feel the moisture and heat As I slowly grind on you Pleasuring myself using your skin Lost in moans and whimpers As my honey coats you Unapologetically My core flooding with need Eager to find friction Tempo increasing Sighs of release Muted against your chest
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
trembling for you
Who has the keys to this Wednesday night? I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit                off I-90   and these bloodshot eyes   they won't slow me down   or catch up until bar time. Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size                can dissemble time and make a smudge out of our plights. Not asking questions. I won't need to lie if I just keep quiet.                Not gonna slow                                      me down.                   Not this time. Door to the weekend has started creaking and leaking light. But my threshold's high and we're not on foreign ground. Dim reflection in your shouting eyes calls for some more time so it's one more round and keep running for a place that's high. Not gonna stop until these blurring lights                and my X'd out eyes can make a streak out of my sight. No further questions. I don't mean to pry. So I'll just keep quiet.                Deal is, you've gotta                                      hide                                              me tonight. Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.                Torch these bridges,              flee through rainy night.               They can't stop us now              or catch up until bar time.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Grinding For XP
Who has the keys to this Wednesday night? I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit                off I-90   and these bloodshot eyes   they won't slow me down   or catch up until bar time. Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size                can dissemble time and make a smudge out of our plights. Not asking questions. I won't need to lie if I just keep quiet.                Not gonna slow                                      me down.                   Not this time. Door to the weekend has started creaking and leaking light. But my threshold's high and we're not on foreign ground. Dim reflection in your shouting eyes calls for some more time so it's one more round and keep running for a place that's high. Not gonna stop until these blurring lights                and my X'd out eyes can make a streak out of my sight. No further questions. I don't mean to pry. So I'll just keep quiet.                Deal is, you've gotta                                      hide                                              me tonight. Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.                Torch these bridges,              flee through rainy night.               They can't stop us now              or catch up until bar time.
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Dark metal grinding, stabbing static. Aspiring chirps, and growing panic. A glitch in the symphony, a sudden epiphany. The choir grows quiet, the church bells silent. Absence of light, darkness takes flight.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Black