Erotic PoetryPerfect MatchPerfect Match
His hand trace circle over my bare back, causing me to slowly spiraling out of control. His breath cools my burning flesh; each word is spoken with desire and lust. Anticipating his need to be incased in my warmth, i brace myself awaiting his smooth thrust. No need to face him my senses are amplify, I can feel his need to rush it increase with every touch. My body is aligned with his; my desires are driven by him over powered by his caress. As he pushes me to my limits I swiftly pull him under as a tidal wave washes over me. Showing me no mercy taken all that he wants and still he is filled with desire and lust.Continuing his deep penetrating prod until he is spent and empty and I am full and sate. Absentmindedly seeking each other's warmth smiling like fools; hey what can I say he is my perfect match.
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