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Impromptu Collab with Taylor_Norris_ for erotic collab comp

Taylor: Don't let your lips leave mine,
I want to stay lost in time.
Feeling your hands guide mine,
I don't want anyone next in line.
Whisper those words so slow,
My body is starting to put on a show.
Let my lips start to adventure around,
This love will stay forever bound.
I feel my body start to loosen up,
I bite my lip trying to shut up.
I've never felt this way before,
My legs are growing weak and sore.
You tell me you're getting close,
So finally it's my turn to be the host.
I give it to you soft and slow,
Before I know it you've already blowed


Loki: Your first stroke awoke and turned around in my mind like 69 so it came back around upside down...

Before I know it you've already blowed
I give it to you soft and slow,
So finally it's my turn to be the host.
You tell me you're getting close,
My legs are growing weak and sore.
I've never felt this way before,
I bite my lip trying to shut up.
I feel my body start to loosen up,
This love will stay forever bound.
Let my lips start to adventure around,
My body is starting to put on a show.
Whisper those words so slow,
I don't want anyone next in line.
Feeling your hands guide mine,
I want to stay lost in time.
Don't let your lips leave mine,


Lost in the scent of your lips of rose, a fragrant temple of delight,
Is where I buried my face to the nose…
Before I know it you've already blowed
But my hold on your thighs shows there’s more than just an explosion to ardor
That's just the first course, off we go
I give it to you soft and slow,

Enter while you're tender, but holding back the grind, nibbling from your knees to neck so fine. Pausing only to meet the flame in your eyes.
No shame in how we dine.
Kissing heat-signature lines until yearning yields moans and mewling high notes,
Until the fire we hold for burns doors when stoked

So finally it's my turn to be the host.
Every touch sensed proved sexual clairvoyance, parted velvet ropes, discerned our animal scope, true nature evoked, magic layers invoked so I feel your climbing and rising, grinding and writhing and the hidden reels revealed in every note
You smell soooo real when this wet, nothing else feels like this except…
Maybe prose?
You tell me you're getting close,

Feeding so hard, it only makes me need your breath on my neck, flesh to press and release more
My legs are growing weak and sore.
I love the unhurried pleads, between the growls… oh wait that's me… maybe not so loud, I’m supposed to be the Sheikh of Dirty Speech, somehow I’m catching your core… Is this matching it in places like empathic-osmosis when I’m tasting your sweat pores?
I've never felt this way before,

No sexual clairvoyant expects to be smelt unto unknown lore, stellar forge, cellar door,
You never know what this world has you chosen for. And every night might switch and disrupt.
I bite my lip trying to shut up.
But you part them with your tongue like “Nuh, uh!”

Ravenous heart, grabbing all of my art, stabbing with all of my parts, everything used to express what leaps from my energy inside just boosts, every dimension consciously choosing to be lost in lust
I feel my body start to loosen up,

Below or above, however we're upon exhaustion found?
This love will stay forever bound.
So whatever course we’re on, rapture stays and afterplay turns senses to elevated priority, gives each sensation their mindful map of ground, their time and crown
Let my lips start to adventure around,

Discover new worlds of sensual vibration, there within the body sounds. Awareness is no sin
Theremin effect a hair's breadth from your flesh and electric sparks when we press
The fine fine Art of Afterglow
My body is starting to put on a show.

Whisper those words so slow,
Which ones serve to open your velvet rose?
I don't want anyone next in line.
Upfront from jump sex-connect is Divine
Feeling your hands guide mine,
Revealing everything this man vibes in realtime
I want to stay lost in time.
Rhyme-cost of improv’ing that last line, repetition of time...but that's a parallel mental spell that slips when we believe in the aftershine
Don't let your lips leave mine,
Written by LokiOfLiterati
Published | Edited 27th Jan 2016
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