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I lie in bed every night, The guilt seeps into my dreams, Someday they'll catch you, And I'll be waiting, Gripping smoldering justice, Like a loaded gun. I'm eternally conflicted,
She is ample long, luxurious locks that unlock me plentiful, sloping curves that my tongue skiis down she provides rich milk nourishing my pounding heart soft, plump lips whispering
Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
Feeding on the images in my own contemplation, mental orgasms leading to sinfully sensual stimulation. As your body calls, my body urges, caught up in temptation, as the storm surges, so ready to release and splurge.
From the ends of your lashes, to the tips of the toes in those shoes, i find myself infatuated, mesmerized by the colors of you. My eyes yearning for their Candy to be in view. What's between my thighs burning, thirsting for the passion in you.
Mi amor, sugar rests on your lips When your legs spread, honey trickles down for me to taste. The air around you becomes sweeter with ever gasp that’s thrusted out of you.
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act? Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex? Why can’t a girl want sex, and not be a hoe? But he can want sex and get cheers?
I needed your love.Your love to help me.Help me overcome these insecurities.Instead I don't receive what I'm seeking for.
You were my first love, At least that is what I thought. You messed up my life, Because now everything I do is related back to you.
The simple whisper of your voice arouse the deepest parts of me The rush of blood at its highest temperature makes me call out your name So unbalanced a single touch makes my body ache
I have sexual feelings He has sexual healing I have sexual thoughts that need to be pulled from the heart I need my soul to be stole with one good stroke As he whispers He wants that good love
i want to feel you in all sorts of ways from intertwined hands to what's in between your legs i want to feel us skin on skin from the different sensations outside and in i want to feel it
I would not give you the pleasure of Killing you in your sleep. I would be making it too easy for you. You definitely didn't give me the pleasure. My eyes were wide open. I witnessed every moment.
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She lays her head in his lap, he pulls her closer into him. With every touch of his fingertips her legs shake Her teeth grazing her bottom lip trying to hold in every moan from escape.
If you knew the things you do me, You wouldn't get enough of me. 'Cause no matter what, I'll always stay. Take me, babe. Make me your sex slave. I like your very vibrant mind.
Throw me on the bed and rip my clothes off. Give me hella head and force my legs apart. Put it in slow and then fuck my brains out. Cum and sweat all over, I shake and shout.
Say no, say no, say yes, say yes. No- to abuse. It's not necessary, not right. Twenty-eight percent are in an intimate relationship! Ninety-eight percent of offenders- aren't punished!
She's at the door, he walked her up like a gentlemen to say, "good night, I had a good time," feet planted on the third step, open space between the two, eyes conversed, "well good night,"
Hugs are weird Hugs are strange I do not want a hug No, no not now or later. The thought of someone engulfing part of their body around mines just creeps me out.
Our two bodies pressed up together The warmth from his chest seizes my body His hands glides from my shoulder to my back and up again I am willfully intoxicated In love with his very touch
"It's a girl's own fault if she gets sexually harassed!" The voice smirked, to the undiscovered victim. Was it what she wore? Was it what she said? Was it how she walked or where she went?
You lay across the matress. Head turned to my left. Your smile spreads like the legs of a woman. Cheerleading their way out into a full split. My hands creep forward Towards your shoulder.
Yesterday I dug out the box I hid when I was 15. It was covered in dirt, worms crawling on it, and smelled like a dirty homeless man. I was confused, though. I didn’t know how to open it. I completely forgot how it worked.