I want to see a flicker of ferocity in your gaze,
As you cruelly wait to push it eagerly.

I want to feel you stuck deep inside,
While your tongue fills and claims the breath from my mouth.

Press me down, chasing the thrill,
My body trembling, it has turned to a drill.

Relentless, deafening, breaking me wide,
Guiding me firmly, gasps I can't hide.

Make me ache for each cruel second you wait,
Make me beg, as your mercy slips further away.

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"Just tense lovemaking,
wrapped in a sticky embrace."

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"I can't wait to get hopelessly
horny just from
the mere scent of you."

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Your bare upper body swirls through my thoughts,
a vision that pulls me under, breathless.
I feel your lips brushing against my neck,
a slow, smoldering touch that shatters my restraint.

It hits me right in that deep, secret place,
the one that turns need into madness.
My teeth press into the ache,
hunger tightening, sharp and relentless.

Our breath mingles, our mouths collide,
a desperate fusion of longing and fire.
I have unbelievable stings for you to crash,
to wreck me, to leave me trembling in your wake.

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Your eyes
My smile
Spending a night
Above the stars

Chasing the lips
A blaze wave
cheeks flush
The cells flutter

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You approach, tentatively for the lips.
I reveal my cleavage, the arches of my breasts unfolding.
"Start from there" hand pressing behind your neck.
Lips touch and tongue moves, as I shift.
Fingers tilting the shirt more, mouth full, cheeks puff out sucking, my breathing takes on a whining tone.
I cast the shirt aside, your belt following suit.
"Now where do I go?" u ask, lips dripping.
Our mouths crash together, frantic.
As pants and skirt fall to the floor, discarded in our haste.
Stretching out in bed, then I cling to you.
"Take me as you want no more leading."
Ah your passionate hips, they know how to move.

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"Fuck Me Classy"

We’re in a tux and a sparkly dress,
But let’s get dirty, no need to impress.
You bring the wine, I’ll bring the sass,
We’ll make it fancy, but still kick ass.

A wink, a giggle, and a quick little dance,
I’ll seduce you with my best "I don’t care" glance.
You whisper sweet nothings like “Oh, you’re a gem,”
But all I hear is “Where’s the whipped cream?”

I’ll throw on some pearls and we’ll hit the bed,
With your silly bowtie all twisted in red.
Classy? Sure, but let's not pretend,
We’ll turn this evening into a trend.

So let's make love with a side of fun,
Like a wild ride that’s just begun.
“Fuck me classy,” I’ll say with a grin,
And we’ll both laugh as we dive right in.

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Her fingers, delicate as silk threads, traced the bare curve of his shoulder.
Her dress, soft and flowing like a whisper of moonlight, clung to her hips as if reluctant to let go of the moment.
His hand, rested at the small of her back, steady and commanding yet tender enough to shatter her composure.

"You’re a dream I dare not wake from," he murmured, his voice low, heavy with desire and restraint. His lips brushed her neck, a feather's touch, igniting every nerve beneath her skin.

She tilted her head, offering the fragile curve of her throat, her breath catching as if the very air feared to interrupt their fragile connection. "Then don’t wake," she whispered, her words barely more than a tremor.

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His lustrous gaze smolders from the corner,
A honeyed silence I can taste.
The susurrus of our lips colliding,
The reckless percussion of our hips
When we gamble with vulgarity.

I could plunge headlong into despair for this love,
But how absurdly exquisite that would be.
So please, seize me, ruin me, pull me under,
Like you're tracing the shape of my hunger.

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