my hands ran down towards
her well groomed spot.
(Read in caption.)

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My attitude
doesn't
define me,
let not your
perceptions
draw any
conclusions.

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feels like honey dripping down my favourite dessert.
Passion tempts me to taste every drop,
caressing the delicate flavours.
Fingers glossed in the wetness,
my moist tongue licks the softness served.

Like silk sliding down her skin,
her moans escape sensual heat.
Witnessing her insatiable appetite,
she serves me more,
her creamy delight.

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She is a humble Queen,
and the destructive Devilette.
Ego, she hates, so be ready to burn yours down,
know the rules before you set your heart to earn her.

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Comfortable in my naked body,
I expose my flaws.
Curves, more desirable,
wrapped in womanhood.

There is no perfection,
when my imperfections are like wildfire,
uncontrollable and spontaneous.
My reflection is seductive
when the mirror refuses to blink its eyes

Luxury is, when I am soaked
in the satisfaction of self-love,
natural and cheat free,
gorgeous in every sense.

My fearless and elegant bare attitude
serves as my crown.
I embrace my nakedness
perfume in fragrances of bold and confidence.

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Her private moments of devotion and self-love,
burning the air in the heat of her cravings.
Her smile, with a bite on her lip,
infused in her fragrance and satisfaction.
The droplets of sweat drips down her valoptpus curves,
redefining private intimacies,
kissing every inch of her vertical gorgeousness.
She is a game changer when her private moments have an affair with her desires.

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No matter how much she bleeds,
she never allowed the pain to
penetrate through her soul.

She might appear defeated,
hopeless and vulnerable,
broken and cold.
Silence was her disguise,
with a fearless attitude in her eyes

Numbness kept her alive,
and death begged for mercy.
She wasn't ready to negotiate,
when she knew,
she wasn't born to die.

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Surviving silent battles on a daily basis, masking my emotions.

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Flipping through the book of fuck you,
my fingers trace your intentions,
anticipating,
to put my hands in the places,
caressing your bud.
Wrapped between the sentences
are the craving to be released by moans.
The fragrance of your juices,
stained the pages deep.
Your pretty laced lingerie, book marked
the moments of deep satisfaction.

Oh, girl! the satin sheets on the bed,
waits to be crumpled again,
pinning you under my helpless arousals,
growing stronger with your pleas to fuck you more.
Holding your hands up, I stroke my demands, nice and slow,
all night long, till the sun comes up.

Baby, I want to write those pages again,
contemplating, how will I pull you over this time,
filled with uninterrupted rhythms,
dipped in moist trails.

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Between the sunrise and dawn,
they confessed their love.

The eclipse was soon over,
taking them apart,
He vanished with stars,
and she was left in light.

The saga will soon unfold,
as the nature changes it guard.
Winds whispering, the hymns of love,
as the silence, echoes the night.

In the fragrance of two shades,
He was tucked in silver lining,
escorted by night.
Draped in blushing hues,
she was escorted by morning light.
The moon summon their union,
the time paused to witness their kiss,
guarding the moment called twilight.

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