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i see like you hear…

i hear like you seeYour slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.

I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.

I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.

This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.

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as you wish…

as you wishYou tie me up, tenderly but firmly; first my wrists then my ankles. We do not speak. The lights are dim, my curves and your contours dance with candlelit shadows. I watch you and you are beautiful: the muscles in your torso and arms bunch and lengthen as you prepare me. I am calm. I trust you. We want to be here together. Alone.

You are gentle yet insistent.
My hips buck the air, seeking out your hunger.
You exhaust your tongue and jaw muscles from eating me out.
My nails want to scratch your back each time I cry out.
You use up the batteries in my vibrator.
My pussy juices up your hands, your forearms, your chest, your face, and glorious cock.
You dip your fingers in as deep as they can go and ask me if I want more.
My head thrashes, my limbs strain to spread wider for you.
You give yourself permission.
My pussy throbs for days from the pounding you give me.
You please me simply because you love pleasing me.
My arms finally free, you lie breathless in my arms.

You tell me there’s no other place you’d rather be
and in that moment
I believe you.

her curves are your dreams cum true

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our bodies…

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
–firm–smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what–is–it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big Love–crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

– e.e. cummings –