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four leaf (c)lover…

this multi-hued skin i live in moans shades of love every time you’ve touched me… licked, sucked, and squeezed. every time our eyes have locked, my scent has floated its way to the base of your cock, stirring the air of desire between us. one of the most natural things about this life, is the way i want you. the way my pussy juice slides down your fingers, your chin, your shaft, splashing our softest of softest skin in a torrent of hot breath and heaving hope. each spread and arch and wriggle and reach is for you. for me. for us.

we are so lucky.

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in your hands…

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I discovered a depth of desire that will only ever echo your name.
And in this knowing, I touch my softest parts, again and again,
ever dewy from knowing the strength and tenderness of your touch.
I wait for your gaze to remind me of what was possible and what might yet be.

I open to you, flush with hope, wet with need, soft with moan.
Lover, come to me.

 

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a buffet of plenty…

they don’t fit into little
pretty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.

—Lucille Clifton—