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A Passion Rush

Piercing your innocence
You're not pure but you're whole
You're not exotic but you're bold
Erotic conversations and delicate stimulation
You are my attractive temptation
We are related nakedly
Your eyes initiating contact
Your weak moans inviting Compact
Drawing in my every piece of available strength

Connected we are lustrous art
My comet striking into you hard
Deep impact into your stomach, spreading like wildfire to your toes
Churning into your melted butter
Watching you fall apart like a fresh muffin on the countertop
You speak "Give it to me daddy Fluently"

The round arch in your lower back exposes your sensuality
You smell like a thousand roses
Your soft full peaks kissing the steam filled air
You've forgot about resiting any at all
Your wet thighs tremble something Vicious
Your face blushed,
embarrased about how many times you've already exploded,
onto my raft

Your eyes upon the show
You Cling to me desperately, gripping down onto me
egarly awaiting anything that I have to offer you
Pumping your lady lips around me firmly with purpose
Milking me into your very soul.