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Dance
Her hips sway,
holding me in
her intoxicating rhythm
Her eyes, half-lidded,
follow mine
as we ebb and flow
She maintains a soft
sweet smile,
shy enough to
bring me to my knees
She glistens as
the passion of our action
fills her with heat
My lips take to her ear,
one of her
delightful weak spots
Her voice becomes
a songful tremor,
a delicate mew
I hope to steep her
in excessive pleasure,
all that she wants
And her words,
shivering like her thighs,
beg:
More
holding me in
her intoxicating rhythm
Her eyes, half-lidded,
follow mine
as we ebb and flow
She maintains a soft
sweet smile,
shy enough to
bring me to my knees
She glistens as
the passion of our action
fills her with heat
My lips take to her ear,
one of her
delightful weak spots
Her voice becomes
a songful tremor,
a delicate mew
I hope to steep her
in excessive pleasure,
all that she wants
And her words,
shivering like her thighs,
beg:
More
Published 27th Mar 2024
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27th Mar 2024 1:37pm
Favourite verse:
She glistens as
the passion of our action
fills her with heat [beats 'getting hot and sweaty' for romanticism]
She glistens as
the passion of our action
fills her with heat [beats 'getting hot and sweaty' for romanticism]
