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Styles 4h
In the dark, our secret lair,
Fingers slid through
******* tear.
***** wet
sheets damp,
her heat profound,
Wet and ready,
hearts unbound.
Hand inside, fingers ******,
Her body squirmed, moans of lust.
Eyes closed tight, breath in gasps,
Desire's grip, no time elapse.
By the time She ***,
He can't last,
Scene is hot,
Just at glance
Whispered love,
voice of need,
Rhythm fierce,
bodies freed.
Intense, raw,
pleasure's height,
In that moment,
pure delight.
Styles 4h
I reached into her sweatpants tight,
Fingers brushing ******* light.
Her ***** warm, inviting, wet,
******* soaked, no regret.

Encouraged by her eager sigh,
I slipped my hand and ventured high.
******* slid in, smooth and deep,
She squirmed, eyes closed, in pleasure's keep.

Soft moans escaped her parted lips,
Her body arched, her movement trips.
She whispered love, her need so clear,
In that moment, nothing to fear.

Her voice filled with lustful plea,
Our rhythm set in ecstasy.
In the moonlit woods, shadows dance,
Lost in our ****** trance.
Her *** running down his hand
as it stains her pants.
Haylin May 2018
The chemistry so intoxicating,
Lips wet your salavitating
Feeling your vibes
Your as wet
as wet gets
Lovin every second
Not a drip wasted
One finger placed-in,
Your breathing hasten
******* pacin
Your waist whining like the time I'm takin
grinding towards something amazin
A huge explosion in a tiny place;  your haven
You lost in ecstasy while we share the same space
Its only a matter of time before its written all over your face
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