Pures
ex.
Flat
hands
bound
to go between
the
wanting
and
the watching,
eyes
burn for this
in
quiet desperation.
Yearn
to learn
submission
to craving
where
joy for pleasure
will
be amazing.
Wanting
is the beginning
for
desire,
the
fuel for finding
a
hot wet
body
grinding,
mounting
joy together
the
muscles tense,
no
recompense
nor
end shall come.
All
night long,
finding
hands, gripping,
no
soft cotton slipping,
flesh
dripping in sweat.
Hard
rock meets
buttock
palpitating
to release
yet
still increase
desire.
Man
gone crazy,
slick
body, once lazy
now
drives the long way
through
and through
for
all he knew.
Invigorated
for more fire
she
grips the edge
hell
bent her pledge,
swallowing
for air
through
matted
tangled
hair.....
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