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Ladybriar
His Kiss
We pull closer...closer....
breathe in each others scent..
Our tongues reach out to taste...
to dance together...twisting....turning...
I pull his tongue into my mouth....
taste it....suck it....draw it deeper... deeper.....
the dance continues....
gets more urgent....frenzied...
he draws my tongue into his mouth... sucking it....
I taste him.... the urgency and heat mounts...
my insides clench....tighten...
as we play ....as we tease....
our bodies fused together....
liquid heat runs through me.....
I am...
breathe in each others scent..
Our tongues reach out to taste...
to dance together...twisting....turning...
I pull his tongue into my mouth....
taste it....suck it....draw it deeper... deeper.....
the dance continues....
gets more urgent....frenzied...
he draws my tongue into his mouth... sucking it....
I taste him.... the urgency and heat mounts...
my insides clench....tighten...
as we play ....as we tease....
our bodies fused together....
liquid heat runs through me.....
I am...
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Deborahlee3313
lee3313
lee3313
Teach Me How to be Naughty
Will you teach me how to be naughty
take my offered innocence away
help me darken up my bright halo
won't you come to me and lead me astray
No more hiding behind this symbol
uncharted treasures await your touch
will you teach me how to be naughty
please, my body needs this so much
I will shed my wings to be with you
there's an itch that I need you to scratch
will you teach me how to be naughty
all the pleasures you teach I will match
take my offered innocence away
help me darken up my bright halo
won't you come to me and lead me astray
No more hiding behind this symbol
uncharted treasures await your touch
will you teach me how to be naughty
please, my body needs this so much
I will shed my wings to be with you
there's an itch that I need you to scratch
will you teach me how to be naughty
all the pleasures you teach I will match
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geminisub
geminisb
geminisb
Sometimes I like being naughty
Sir likes me being naughty
He likes to keep lists you see
Well actually a journal
So he has a reason
To put me over his knee
I don’t realize I am naughty
Until he tells me
And then I think..
Damn!
Bite your lip and count to three!
………and then I smile
Sometimes I like being naughty
I wonder why!
He likes to keep lists you see
Well actually a journal
So he has a reason
To put me over his knee
I don’t realize I am naughty
Until he tells me
And then I think..
Damn!
Bite your lip and count to three!
………and then I smile
Sometimes I like being naughty
I wonder why!
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Mitulsa
The Battle
She dreams of
Tattos, girls and shiny guns
But in her life
Jesus is a brand name
Her mind is
A movie of naughty fun
But her life
Keeps her free from blame
She wants
To be so Christian good
She wants
All that's 'demonly bad'
Wants to be
Everything she should
She wants all
The porno her mother had
Flashy dancer
And loud
There to be seen
Tattos, girls and shiny guns
But in her life
Jesus is a brand name
Her mind is
A movie of naughty fun
But her life
Keeps her free from blame
She wants
To be so Christian good
She wants
All that's 'demonly bad'
Wants to be
Everything she should
She wants all
The porno her mother had
Flashy dancer
And loud
There to be seen
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shakka
shauna
shauna
My Russian Lover
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He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
He keeps her tied to him
she must never be more
than a breath away.
The gold love bracelets express
his love and ownership. He becomes
aroused each time they tingle.
His rules:
Do not speak unless spoken to.
One meal per day: Pasta only.
Your hair is my job. Do not touch.
Submit one poem every day.
Immobile. She is fastened to his new
sculpture: neck. arms. waist. Thighs ...
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