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a flurry of
airy sweet nothings
escape my mouth

she softly
hisses

my arcane medusa

i bite
the delicate seashell
of her ear
gently urgently

nip her lobe
with my lips
slowdiving
pious fluid

flick my tongue
taste her delirium
unite with godhead
begin the primal dance
feel the low rustle
of crackling nerves
in my spine

coil around her
offer myself
galactic
copious  

succumb to the
meditative lull

afterwards
wrestle her down gently
always gently
she wrestles back
its the most delicious  
heartbreaking
beautiful
kind of
fighting

noone
wants
to win
and
i
cant
wont
let go

never

sigh
.  
Written by Whitewand6
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