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Blood stained lips,
along the finger tips,
calor biteing,
artching backs,
gasping,
foward thrusting.
Hot sweat,
sweet tear droplets,
coresing hands,
niping ears,
hicky stained neck,
loveing,
makeing out,
panting,
bucking,
spanking,
blood sucking,
sucking somethign else,
rolling,
twisting,
tounge fun,
shaved legs,
trasure trail,
harder,
faster,
deeper,
stronger,
throbing,
tingaling,
CUM.
along the finger tips,
calor biteing,
artching backs,
gasping,
foward thrusting.
Hot sweat,
sweet tear droplets,
coresing hands,
niping ears,
hicky stained neck,
loveing,
makeing out,
panting,
bucking,
spanking,
blood sucking,
sucking somethign else,
rolling,
twisting,
tounge fun,
shaved legs,
trasure trail,
harder,
faster,
deeper,
stronger,
throbing,
tingaling,
CUM.
Literature
The Rape
As I lie on the soft warm sheets
You stare into my eyes.
I can see that you want something.
You begin to strip me against my will.
I cover myself, trying to hide from your selfish wondering eyes
Pulling my arms away from me and spreading my legs
I struggle to stay covered
I plead against your desires and actions
"No! Stop! Please let me go!" I cry out hoping you will listen
It does no good and I pray that this nightmare will end soon
I try to imagine being somewhere else more pleasant
But you are still right in front of me staring at me, grinning
You lift yourself off of me
So I take this chance to escape
But you quickly grasp
Literature
Sex in the Afternoon
Theres someone else; youll leave me soon.
My fragrant musk runs pale.
You smell like sex in the afternoon.
You read my skin like a brailled rune,
perfumed and dewy frail.
Theres someone else; youll leave me soon.
My name a softly-murmured tune
once breathed in loves true scale.
You smell like sex in the afternoon.
Is she younger, more freshly hewn?
A girl in lifes full sail?
Theres someone else; youll leave me soon.
Anothers flesh now makes you swoon;
my scented dreams gone stale.
You smell like sex in the afternoon.
A summer love born hot in June
the winter has seen
Literature
bus sex
i am finding myself
with a desperate urge
to run my fingers
up the back of your legs
to just under the edge
of your o' so short skirt
a reaction generally frowned upon
on public transit
funny how these inappropriate little ideas
find their way into my smile
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the name says it all, but its only words, in a certin oreder, to make u think no?
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wooo I feel naughty!!!