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Sweetness, I surrender. Your skin has me flipping off the heavens in solitary genuflection. What, of my kingdom, I wouldn't give… to feel myself…inside you I know there is a beauty that frightens the gods. I can lurk outside your palaces and sneak into your corridors, and never get as close as a man should be allowed.
You, with those tempting eyes of hazel and malachite, and that rounded canvas of whose lips would bite. Let me come inside you, to the edges of your comfort. Her face melts away; his face becomes a fog, as my hands slide along the curves, pressing deeper against your milky folds.
Let the others call, come to places of gossiping halls, like women with the ever fluid movement of pigeons. Anytime you crave my name, I can promise you that yours has been sung on my lips multitudes before. Your lips are the brightest cherry, plucking them form every tree, a cherry ripe in red that sin dares not encompass. Nothing this pure could ever be defiled, but to defile I would surrender my world.
Lest one kiss or one gentle press, as my stingy stubble scratches the tender spots in which you still know not. This hand slides lower as your back moves and sways, arching in quiet disillusion, as her face slowly fades. Pressure, pressing, hardened strength as stiff as my intentions, finding solace in the crevasses of my thighs.
Lay me down, as I lay you well, this slow flicker against my sheets. Mouth, its widening spaces, inviting me inside. I follow; you lead, deeper in the warmth of the places that once held your words, the origin of your original denial. Your hand, its delicate tips dancing along my groin, fearful of what it will find, tempted by what it won't.
Breath grows thicker; your sighs become deeper, bouncing off my cheeks, falling down the nape of your neck as the fluids move their course, my lips blessing your chest in silent respect. Skin grows tighter as your eyes dance in mine, never has a man felt so soft as his presence presses his spherical castellans. Harder and faster, the beat changes pace as the hands become many and the moisture spins itself wildly against our bodies.
Lubrication comes forth, dripping to the tips of your enjoyment, as I watch you slowly nurse the ebbing fountain. Tightened toes and outstretched legs collapse as I feel you feel me inside you, slowly, softly, delicate to the touch. I have never loved, the way I love you, this moment is ours, as long as this night allows.
Stomach stoic in its pose as its graces the sheets, my figure behind you, gently ripping at your hair, eyes chaotic in epileptic shudders. I press, I press, I press, I pull, I pull, and you pull me closer, as I press myself deeper. As powerful as my force, your body is still adept in its fight against my seizure. Tight, ever so tense, it's too much to handle. I turn your body as I kiss your silken skin, your face to meet with mine. Eyes locked as our hearts match in rhythm, your hands feverishly grabbing my back, clawing at the skin. Sweat, dripping, your dripping, were covered in the lakes of our own desire as the pressure builds, the skies rip open.
U feel my warmth rush through you, as your body squeezes tight in apparent applause. Eyes ravaging the scene, flush against my body, you release the tension as it snows against your winter scaped stomach. A deep moan echoes a cry and we shudder as our bodies collide and for one instant are as one.
I press my head against your chest, tears running down as I realize the actions of my trespass. I kiss you, your face with its eyes of bright, unfulfilled promises… I kiss you…. I kiss you
I could never ruin such beauty by mixing it with my wreckage; I know no creature on this earth worthy of your touch. But I would sacrifice my life to grace your lips, to taste those tears that are bottled inside. I love you… I can't stop thinking of you…. Who will write these words for me? Will my heart ever surrender to a course that's capable of truth... I love you….
You, with those tempting eyes of hazel and malachite, and that rounded canvas of whose lips would bite. Let me come inside you, to the edges of your comfort. Her face melts away; his face becomes a fog, as my hands slide along the curves, pressing deeper against your milky folds.
Let the others call, come to places of gossiping halls, like women with the ever fluid movement of pigeons. Anytime you crave my name, I can promise you that yours has been sung on my lips multitudes before. Your lips are the brightest cherry, plucking them form every tree, a cherry ripe in red that sin dares not encompass. Nothing this pure could ever be defiled, but to defile I would surrender my world.
Lest one kiss or one gentle press, as my stingy stubble scratches the tender spots in which you still know not. This hand slides lower as your back moves and sways, arching in quiet disillusion, as her face slowly fades. Pressure, pressing, hardened strength as stiff as my intentions, finding solace in the crevasses of my thighs.
Lay me down, as I lay you well, this slow flicker against my sheets. Mouth, its widening spaces, inviting me inside. I follow; you lead, deeper in the warmth of the places that once held your words, the origin of your original denial. Your hand, its delicate tips dancing along my groin, fearful of what it will find, tempted by what it won't.
Breath grows thicker; your sighs become deeper, bouncing off my cheeks, falling down the nape of your neck as the fluids move their course, my lips blessing your chest in silent respect. Skin grows tighter as your eyes dance in mine, never has a man felt so soft as his presence presses his spherical castellans. Harder and faster, the beat changes pace as the hands become many and the moisture spins itself wildly against our bodies.
Lubrication comes forth, dripping to the tips of your enjoyment, as I watch you slowly nurse the ebbing fountain. Tightened toes and outstretched legs collapse as I feel you feel me inside you, slowly, softly, delicate to the touch. I have never loved, the way I love you, this moment is ours, as long as this night allows.
Stomach stoic in its pose as its graces the sheets, my figure behind you, gently ripping at your hair, eyes chaotic in epileptic shudders. I press, I press, I press, I pull, I pull, and you pull me closer, as I press myself deeper. As powerful as my force, your body is still adept in its fight against my seizure. Tight, ever so tense, it's too much to handle. I turn your body as I kiss your silken skin, your face to meet with mine. Eyes locked as our hearts match in rhythm, your hands feverishly grabbing my back, clawing at the skin. Sweat, dripping, your dripping, were covered in the lakes of our own desire as the pressure builds, the skies rip open.
U feel my warmth rush through you, as your body squeezes tight in apparent applause. Eyes ravaging the scene, flush against my body, you release the tension as it snows against your winter scaped stomach. A deep moan echoes a cry and we shudder as our bodies collide and for one instant are as one.
I press my head against your chest, tears running down as I realize the actions of my trespass. I kiss you, your face with its eyes of bright, unfulfilled promises… I kiss you…. I kiss you
I could never ruin such beauty by mixing it with my wreckage; I know no creature on this earth worthy of your touch. But I would sacrifice my life to grace your lips, to taste those tears that are bottled inside. I love you… I can't stop thinking of you…. Who will write these words for me? Will my heart ever surrender to a course that's capable of truth... I love you….
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