- Erotic Poetry
- Fingered
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His touch sends shivers down my spine,
Fingers exploring, pleasure divine.
I gasp and beg for more,
As he rocks me to the core.
His hands, skilled and strong,
Commanding in a way I long.
I whimper and moan,
Lost in pleasure, all alone.
I writhe and squirm beneath his touch,
As he ignites a fire, oh so much.
His fingers, a symphony of bliss,
Driving me wild, in pure, sweet abyss.
And as the climax hits me hard,
I beg for more, my body scarred
By pleasure, by ecstasy so raw,
I plead for him to give me more.
His fingers, his touch, his skill,
Bringing me to heights, fulfillment's thrill.
I surrender to the pleasure's call,
As his fingers, they do it all.
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