You’re not just my type....
You’re the whole damn fantasy.

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To,
My forbidden desire

A letter I shouldn't have written...
But Some desires don’t ask for permission…
they whisper, linger, and take over. This is mine

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Down on her knees, lips parted, ready to taste every drop of his desire.

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Fingertips trace, slow and sly,
Whispers melt where moans collide.
Lips devour, teeth ignite,
Bodies burn in candlelight.

Velvet ropes of lust entwine,
Breathless gasps, your skin on mine.
Dripping sin, undone and bare,
Love and hunger—twisted pair.

No soft romance, no sweet refrain,
Just aching need, just fevered pain.
Valentine’s night, raw and untrue—
Not love, my dear, just craving you.

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Hold my thighs, let your fingers trace,
The path where desire finds its grace.
Soft skin, like velvet, burning bright,
Aching for the heat of the night.

Hold my thighs, feel the shiver rise,
As your touch dances, teasing skies.
Every inch, a whisper of fire,
Spiraling up, lifting desire.

Your grip, strong and hungry, divine,
At this moment, our bodies entwine.
Hold my thighs and take me higher,
In this dance of endless desire.

The breath between us, thick with heat,
As you trace the rhythm of our beat.
Hold my thighs and feel the pull,
Of a passion that will never dull.

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Every glance of her, ignites a thousand fantasies.

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He craves her
like a
drowning man
craves air....
desperate,
wild, &
unable to stop.

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As petals bloom in spring’s embrace,
Their love takes root, with tender grace.
And though the path is yet unknown,
Together, they are not alone.

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The night enfolds their quiet thrill,
The world beyond them, calm and still.
Each moment lingers, pure, divine,
Two souls aligning, line by line.

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