My Skin, Your Hands, Our Want

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Penned by a FWB after a 13 hour sex marathon.
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PatrickOh
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Mouth to mouth
it was like breathing heat into me
and finding that place
where I'm caught off guard
you're reaching into my eyes
and creating a world
a sense of being new
and each full throttle orgasm
like its the first one
unable to escape
held in that hunger
fed over and over again
line by line
fingers and hands
my body raising
to meet you
and it's one motion
into me like waves
I'm held captive
and given the want
closing in on the need
tearing me off the ceiling
back down
I'm awake now.

Composed by "Infrared" Emily

PatrickOh
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melimelissamelimelissaabout 2 months ago

Deliciously intimate

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