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Origami from my fingers

I scratch passionately, I conjure, I bite, I draw a hieroglyph on the body,
I braid Origami from my fingers, the skin is crucified on the lips.
The tongue-sting burns out the glyph to the secret, the touches are not accidental,
According to your plan exactly, honed, geisha, captivity as soon as possible.
And the lips in a circle, close in a ring, the pupils dilate,
The fire of lust, a wave of an eyelash, the bend of a swarthy loin,
I own and cherish, I swallowed, I enslaved a mad beast,
I caress him, I caress him, I carve screams and roars from your throat.
The drop is transparent, spicy, licking, drunk from the taste.
In response, you tremble, tense, sweetly amazed by my lips,
Feeling the approach, a push, a blow, lava eruption,
Unable to break free, squeezed by a sea shell ...

You flow into my larynx with your essence, a honey-viscous river ...
Written by KristinaX
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