Tangled Sheets [Burned]

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BlackArc
BlackArc
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Gentle caresses are no longer needed
No foreplay—I’m already wet and ready for you.
With your words whispering across my skin,
Here begins the seduction in the darkness of my room.

Shadows watching in jealousy as your tongue replaces your fingers,
I have no experience with this; I only know the burning need in my blood, and my privates,
As your dark eyes watch my reactions to your administrations.

Light candles and see me glistening with my desire for you,
My pleas drifting like a mantra from my swollen lips [I’m waiting for you]
You smiles as you continue to tease me,
I watch in fascination as your tongue licks your lips [I can put your tongue to better use]

Your body spooning mine and we move in harmony as a bow across a violin,
The wine that I have thirsted upon earlier is burning down, my secretions burning my thighs,
[does it burn you as well?]

Your hands move and then your tongue, catering to my body,
I turn and moan, your name is echoing, and you love every minute of it,
My desire burns through my blood and my essence, burning these tangles sheets,
I feel your shaft sliding into me…[I can feel you imprinting yourself in me]


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