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Yen

 


i need the almond drippings
from his regal phallus to anoint my tongue and christen my throat,
so the language of him can be reborn
and live on my lips forever

i want to hear the madness of his fragmented moans
listen as his groans gain momentum,
when he dips his strength inside my swell, baptizing it with the warmest nectar his throb could ever grasp

it’s the yen on my skin that’s got me spent, got me twisted and bent,
to the point I could easily tip over from a singular lick

i crave to ride his harden promise,
slow grinding his massive pride,
downshift my hips into overdrive
so I can feel the full throttle of thick

he’s got me on an enigmatic rush,
waiting recklessly for the slightest touch to expedite the wait,
suspending space and time when
denying a body on fire....

draped in…… Yen



Rain




RainC_Tara
Written by RainC_Tara (rain1courtel)
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