In the hush where daylight softly dies,
Amber fire paints the western skies.
Shadows stretch on empty ground,
As silence wraps the world around.

You stand beside me — calm and near,
Your touch dissolves the edge of fear.
No words are said, no need for sound,
Our hearts in quiet rhythm bound.

The years have flown like autumn leaves,
Yet love remains in soft reprieves.
Not burning bright, but glowing deep,
A kind of flame the stars would keep.

This twilight holds our final dance,
A fleeting sigh, a timeless chance.
And though the night must steal the light,
You are my love, my last twilight.

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Spread your leg and unzip me
to feel the pleasure inside core

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A real man fuck her with her consent
and until his last drop fell on her 💧

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टपकती बूंदों में भीगा तन,
साँसों में घुला चाँदनी का सन।
भीगी ज़ुल्फ़ें, ज्यों काली घटा,
हर लहर में एक नयी दवा।

सिहरन सी उठे जब छुए पवन,
तेरा स्पर्श लगे सावन का संग।
दो जिस्मों की ये मौन कहानी,
कहती है बारिश में दिल की रवानी।

फुहारों में लिपटे जज़्बात,
गहरे होते जाएँ रातों के साथ।
भीगते हैं प्रेम के हर रंग में,
इस बरसाती मिलन के संग में।

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Getting Pleasure
at College Reunion

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Don't Make Her
Sunday Boring

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Love Her Like Flower

Petal-soft, your laughter opens—
I taste you in the swell of spring,
dew tracing the hollow of your throat
where sun and shadows cling.

Let my lips be gentle gardeners—
pressing, coaxing, trembling, slow—
your scent rising wild beneath my tongue,
blossom by blossom, sweet and low.

Fingers unfurl your silk-wrapped secrets,
rooted deep in velvet earth;
every sigh a shiver, every moan a bloom,
each gasp a fresh rebirth.

Nectar-drunk, I draw you closer,
thighs entwined in tangled green;
you arch: a fevered lily, open wide—
desire lush and keen.

I love you like a gardener loves his garden—
hungry for the tender rain,
hands worshiping the pure unfolding,
thirsty for your name.

Flower, unfurl beneath my longing,
crave the warmth my body lends;
your pleasure grows along my mouth,
and no petal ever ends.

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In whispers soft as morning dew,
Foreplay weaves a tender thread,
A dance of touch, a spark anew,
Where longing hearts are gently led.

Each glance a step, each sigh a mile,
The journey hums with sweet delay,
A teasing brush, a knowing smile,
As shadows chase the light of day.

The destination, bold and near,
Where passion meets its fervent call,
Sex, the peak of all we steer,
A fleeting crest before the fall.

Yet in the journey's winding art,
The soul finds joy in every beat,
For foreplay's map, drawn from the heart,
Makes every step a cherished feat.

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Desire at Its Peak

A flame ignites beneath the velvet sky,
Its hunger whispers, fierce and unconfined.
The heart, a drum, beats wild and doesn’t lie,
Each pulse a chain that binds the restless mind.

The air grows thick, electric with the ache,
A longing carved in shadows of the soul.
No reason holds when fervor overtakes,
It burns through doubt and claims its fiery toll.

The stars above bear witness to the craze,
Their silent glow a mirror to the need.
In every breath, the yearning sets ablaze,
A reckless dance where caution doesn’t lead.

No boundary holds when passion’s at its height,
It surges forth, a river breaking free.
Desire at its peak consumes the night,
And leaves the heart in endless ecstasy.

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