If I traced every inch of your body the way I trace every thought of you in my mind… we wouldn't make it past midnight without you forgetting your own name—just moaning mine.

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his tongue deep between her thighs
slow, cruel, worshiping.
She moaned like a secret breaking,
gripping sheets, hips bucking into his mouth
like she’d die if he stopped.

“Don’t you dare,” she gasped.
He didn’t.
He dove deeper.
Tongue ruthless. Fingers soaked.
Her thighs shook—
and when she came,
she screamed his name like it was her last word.

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Your mouth on mine—
not kissing, devouring.
Hands in my hair,
hips grinding like promises we’re too filthy to keep.

I moan your name—
not soft,
not sweet—
a growl, a plea, a curse wrapped in want.

You pull, I beg.
You bite, I break.
Flesh slaps. Sweat drips.
We're not making love—
we're unmaking sanity.

Eyes locked, breath stolen—
and in that brutal, perfect second,
you ruin me with a smile.

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U N I V E R S E!

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Hers.

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The universe expands without a center,
Yet somehow, I orbit you—
Like gravity without a reason,
Predictable in my pull,
Unpredictable in my peace

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"In the era of symbols,
You're my meaning.
The only spark in my quiet world,
The calm in my chaos,
And the one who fits me like a soul-shaped key."

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Obey!

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Dream !

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This is for the one who flew to find herself—unwritten, untamed, unforgettable.

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