TORN #5

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I parade my goods
in front of you
every move
entices
and
has us both
on the edge
barely breathing
as I anticipate…
your
fingers claw at
my roundness
kisses looking
for an opening,
thirst
unquenched
Bodies
writh
clothing torn
giving access to
palms
that
pull me into
your
hardness
oh my god
how wet
we both
are
sliding
our
folds over folds
lips on lips
clit on clit
a crescendo
of our sounds
fill our ears
blind to only
our
destination
we
uncontrollably
dance
in our bent
and crooked
way
until
we are
very
still

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

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TORN #4

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I hold it together
knowing how much
you
want to
just
get
right
in there
In my stance
I stare down
your
lustful
eyes
take in
your open mouth
let on
that I am prepared
to the feel
your
jaggered
white teeth
on my
delicate skin
Not back down
Unafraid
My lips part
to recieve you,
not
already
torn

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

TORN #3

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We,
a pair of
hearts,
we play
in each others
clouded
judgments
of
lust
Open to
a wild
view of
curves
that turn us out
of our minds
and into
a need for more
Knuckles
bend over
sheets as
a chorus of
bliss
rushes through
the night air
Bodies draped
in torn
clothing
we
play
again

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

TORN #2

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Everything felt
right
in how we
seemed
to like the same
to want the same
to need the same
Sticking out
my neck
in play
and jest…
attempting to
seduce…
in response to
a shared
desire…
I suddenly
find us
retreating
back in our
corners,
like
naughty children,
heart
torn
between
knowing
this feels
right
to
second guessing,
holding
back,
turned,
and
out
of
reach

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~