| Poetry: Lust: Caresses of Night (1/1) |
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The feel of your lips, a caress and light touch. A feeling within, I've held onto too much. Just a thought, a whisper, a tease Makes me smile and beg "Take me please." You smirk as your eyes stare deep into mine, And your fingers tickle all down a line Straight to the center, to where pleasure lies. "Please, take me now," I beg with hands tied. Your a tease as you tickle You please as you go You grab a firm hold, as I moan, from below. Another caress sends chills down my spine Making me squirm, seemingly moaning in time. A nibble, a bite, a grasp and pinch I moan, you think "Well, this is a cinch." My voice looses itself as you tickle and tease. My mind draws a blank and I grow weak in the knees. You draw yourself over me I'm not able to touch. I can't help but think, "This is too much." I draw my head up, trying to kiss your sweet lips But you pull away not allowing this kiss. You whisper, I moan you lick as I groan. "Now, don't stop now!" You pull yourself back, not allowing my touch. Your in control, and I love this so much. Don't stop, don't leave just stay here with me. Don't stop, don't just let this be. I need you, I want you I always have thought I need you, I want you A night of your touch. |
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