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Come Through.

I’m craving your kisses, your loving I’m missing, desire burning bright like the fire from my core. I want, I need, I must have more. Tracing small ringlets across your chest with my fingertips, just moments ago I was blinded by your grip on my hips and nothing else but the sound of love fills the rooms air as you grab a fist full of my long black hair.
We could've cared less if anyone could hear, oh the dirty little things you whispered in my ear. You always made sure I that i met your gaze, crying out to god as if for you this was praise. Now, you think you slick! I see that smile on your face, got me trembling and shaking since you locked me in place. No other choice but to take all you give, determined to leave your mark within. Scratching up your back like a kitten to her post, the feeling of your ivory upon my coast. Oh, the beauty in your dark chocolate skin, just melt over me, let me taste your sins. So sweet. when your hands around my throat, all I see are stars, floating on a high like zero gravity on mars. Oh, my angel, let me devour your soul. Let me do things to you that are untold. Let me show you why I'm nicknamed Diabla. Transcend you to heaven the moment I swallow. The softness of your plump lips pressed against mine, feels like we’ve stopped time, no one else existing except you and I. sometimes I can’t help but stare, and wonder how life must not be fair, to those who don’t even have the pleasure of knowing your name. How lucky I must be to scream it as I came. Kisses placed against my neck, god they drive me crazy. Might want to be careful before it turns into you, I and baby. So sorry if I talk a lot of shit, but when I do the best spots you hit. Never thought feeling this good could be true, who would've thought I could score a man like you? Can’t even begin to explain how I hate to be so far away. Thinking of you and us every day. My king, I promise I'll be back home to you soon, so be ready at the door when your queen comes through. You see, ever since I met you, I knew we would be together. I guess you and I are destined to do this forever. There's no one else who could even come close to take the spots in my heart that you take up the most. The flashbacks of pleasure we indulged in fill my head, the way you used your teeth to write those love notes across my skin while we’re in bed. You read my energy as if you were my aura itself and to me that’s worth more than all the world’s wealth. So, I'll say it once more, and my word, you know is true. Be ready at the door when your queen comes through.
Written by fvcks0ci3ty (Tiffanie)
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