A dimly lit room with nothing in it but me, you and an insatiable passionate lust.
Tender touches and curled toes, heat on heat. Warmth in every touch.
To keep you squirming is my goal and to keep me wanting is yours.
The tips of your nails gently penetrate my back while this tip of mine keeps you coming back.
Faces so close I hear your every breath, chest so close I feel your heart beat.
Every moment we have together is like fire, every stroke we take is of the same motion as flames.
Hands connected and breathes steady, my flame will soon spread.
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
