The tips of my fingers trace a playful map across the small of your back, each deliberate stroke igniting a fire that dances across your skin. You arch into my touch, a silent plea that makes the air crackle with tension
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It starts with a look you cast my way, There are no words we need to say,
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A free man’s sincerity is more substantial to him than his need for your permission.
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10 THINGS WOMEN LOVE ABOUT SEX BUT ARE AFRAID TO TELL YOU.
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I don’t want to “fuck,” I don’t want to emptily screw a stranger, I don’t want friends with benefits—to somehow leave my heart at the door and collect the broken pieces when he falls asleep, his entire body turned away from me for fear of seeing the sunlight on my face.
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hearts beating loud can you hear them my wants your desires pounding, pounding
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For men, it is easy. Have sex and almost everytime, reach a climax.
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hidden in the doorways are secrets in the night earthly pleasures of passion's delight that timeless joining too intense to wait any nook in the wall and we won't hesitate
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"That was beautiful" his wife told him as she was catching her breath as they made love.
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Sunday morning Warm bed Supple flesh Awakening to carresses Fingers penetrating Wet folds and parting lips Early stretches And parted legs Begging with soft moans For more
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