😈 Ustulation

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A sinner that craves the sin

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A sinner that craves the sin.
If only his hand could touch onto my skin

Beneath the fiery depths of hell,
I bet he knows what he's doing
and I bet he does it well.

I imagine his hot breathe on my neck.
His soft finger tips traveling down my back.

His grip could be my demise.
To him, I would confess my every vice.

To feel his tongue run along my chest
The clothes I'm left wearing, he'd detest.

I would want him to touch every inch of me
Do things to drive me wild
Do the things that make me crazy.

His feather light touch running up my leg.
I bet he'd be the man who'd make me beg.

I'd be all his for the taking.
For this man is undeniably breathtaking.

I think it's safe to say,
We know what kind of
mood I'm in.
Ugh.

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