Pleasure?

When your fingers trace
patterns of love
Onto my skin,
leaving the purple
bruises of lust in
its wake ,
your teeth
marking the way
from my neck
to my navel ,
where
you dig with the
sharpness
till I gasp your name.

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He once said
"Just write me a letter every time
you miss me."

— % &So my handsome man, here it is.......🌕— % &"Hope you are doing well and safe, and not gracing everyone's eyes with your sexy self,
I miss you a lot, your cheeky smiles, your twinkling eyes, your forehead that creases when you stress."
— % &"I miss your hand in mine, your soft lips that love my chapped ones, the slight gasp you take whenever I appear all dressed up in front of you, or even the silly googly eyes you do when I wake up from my sleep (all in nest hair and what-not)."— % &" I miss you in everything I do, whether it's just walking or strolling across the park, sitting on the bench and staring at the empty space beside me.
I just miss your presence in every step I take, whether it's short or long.”
— % &

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And he
fell
for her
more.



//Read in the
Caption please.//

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«It all started
with a dare»


(Read in the
caption please.)

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His,
to touch and
devour.


(Scroll and read
through the
heat in the caption.)

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Trace me with your eyes,

Let the air hung heavy
A quiet promise of intimacy,

Gaze at me with that slow deliberate
subtle glances on each of my curves,

Unveil me like a beautiful secret

Glide the tips of your fingers over the
delicate lines of my palm as if you
drawing a secret of your own that
only you can see, touch and feel,

A sacred love
Restrained and unexplained.

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Someone's looks don't show
their good heart,
The inside of someone can
make them ugly too,
They can be attractive and
present themselves with a
perfect bow on top
But when you get to know them?
They are mean and ruthless
to your heart that you no longer
see their beauty.
Just the ugliness.

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Wrapped up in your arms is
my ultimate peace,
And the way you tighten your hug
in the middle of the night as if
shielding me from the dark, and
place your lips on my forehead
like you are seeking comfort in
me even in your sleep is the solace
I pray for every waking hour.

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Her chaos?
His favourite thing
to listen to.


(Have a look at the
caption please.)

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The desire
that runs
hot
behind
the closed
doors.


(Read
full in the
caption please.)

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