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Started with a Whisper
My whispers will crawl up your body
kissing every bump of sin
licking at the fears that surface
turning them into erotic dreams
my fingers will soon follow
abrasive against smooth knots
tracing every curve of want
skillfully collecting heated thoughts
soothing tension with heated lips
tongue twisting unraveling doubt
controlling the unfolding onto me
provoking each moan she lets out
onto her beautiful knees
her head panting to the floor
her hips pulsing back at me
dripping for me to explore
back that pussy up slut
show me how much you need me
back arching as she exhales
filling her silky walls of greedy
her heated walls gripping so needy
feeds my carnal beast from her wetness
pumped and throbbing I hold her hips
giving her all my depth of my hardness
World falling all around us
my face bathes in her sweat
the salty canvas of her back
as my arms hook around her waste
loosing control into her honey stream
all things collected fall to the floor
holding her as we fade into lost emotions
feeling each other shake from our poured out core
My fingers sweeping the hair from her face
my lips talking to her shoulder
Telling her she is beautiful
with the tender tones of a whisper
kissing every bump of sin
licking at the fears that surface
turning them into erotic dreams
my fingers will soon follow
abrasive against smooth knots
tracing every curve of want
skillfully collecting heated thoughts
soothing tension with heated lips
tongue twisting unraveling doubt
controlling the unfolding onto me
provoking each moan she lets out
onto her beautiful knees
her head panting to the floor
her hips pulsing back at me
dripping for me to explore
back that pussy up slut
show me how much you need me
back arching as she exhales
filling her silky walls of greedy
her heated walls gripping so needy
feeds my carnal beast from her wetness
pumped and throbbing I hold her hips
giving her all my depth of my hardness
World falling all around us
my face bathes in her sweat
the salty canvas of her back
as my arms hook around her waste
loosing control into her honey stream
all things collected fall to the floor
holding her as we fade into lost emotions
feeling each other shake from our poured out core
My fingers sweeping the hair from her face
my lips talking to her shoulder
Telling her she is beautiful
with the tender tones of a whisper
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