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Movement
I am a dancer.
My hips move from side to side
You are my sorcerer
Your magic is infinite.
You take your finger tips
Scroll it down my forehead, nose and neck
And my skin explodes.
Goosebumps everywhere.
I gasp in despair.
You stroke your hands on the end of my collar-less top
you hold it tight and you tear it down
You pull me, like a beast
your massive hand clasps my hip
And you bite my neck like a hungry feast
I scream in pain, and the dry spell ends
your moist lips, wet the end of my skin
and your tongue is sunken in
I fight back for the need to pleasure you
But you are strong, you strap my hands with your wrist.
You chew me like meat.
Lick me like I am a dog's treat
But you are gnawing on my neck
on my collar bone, just above my breasts
Like a possessive creature, you are relentless
Damn you lack imagination.
No creativity in your action
My top is half torn, you tear it some more
With your palms, you left me with clothes no more
But then You act smart
Pin me down the floor like a cat with a fur ball
But your massive hands stretch my hands apart
Not letting me touch your man-parts
Your animal instinct grows into aggression
and the licking dog becomes an act of passion
You descend to go underneath.
Slowly, yet savagely you progress
but my hands that were pinned toward my waist
have now shifted their position
They are moved just above my head.
Your hands, still commanding mine
your lips doing all the action
My stomach arches, up and down.
I can't let the dancing stop
My face sweats, my body swells
And then we hear the ringing of the school bells.
My hips move from side to side
You are my sorcerer
Your magic is infinite.
You take your finger tips
Scroll it down my forehead, nose and neck
And my skin explodes.
Goosebumps everywhere.
I gasp in despair.
You stroke your hands on the end of my collar-less top
you hold it tight and you tear it down
You pull me, like a beast
your massive hand clasps my hip
And you bite my neck like a hungry feast
I scream in pain, and the dry spell ends
your moist lips, wet the end of my skin
and your tongue is sunken in
I fight back for the need to pleasure you
But you are strong, you strap my hands with your wrist.
You chew me like meat.
Lick me like I am a dog's treat
But you are gnawing on my neck
on my collar bone, just above my breasts
Like a possessive creature, you are relentless
Damn you lack imagination.
No creativity in your action
My top is half torn, you tear it some more
With your palms, you left me with clothes no more
But then You act smart
Pin me down the floor like a cat with a fur ball
But your massive hands stretch my hands apart
Not letting me touch your man-parts
Your animal instinct grows into aggression
and the licking dog becomes an act of passion
You descend to go underneath.
Slowly, yet savagely you progress
but my hands that were pinned toward my waist
have now shifted their position
They are moved just above my head.
Your hands, still commanding mine
your lips doing all the action
My stomach arches, up and down.
I can't let the dancing stop
My face sweats, my body swells
And then we hear the ringing of the school bells.
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