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I want to spoil you,
Draw closer until our lips meet
In a long, slow kiss of passion.
My lips slide down your neck,
Tracing the veins softly,
Feeling your pulse under my touch.

I go lower, finding your nipples,
And let my tongue do the trick—
Circling each one with care,
Rolling around the areolas
Like laying out a red carpet.
You press my head closer, gasping,
Lost in the pleasure, as I treat each
With equal attention, no one left behind.

I drift down,
Adoring the curve of your waist.
Spread your legs,
My hands caressing the smoothness
Of your exquisite thighs.
I gently explore, fingers brushing
The delicate petals of you.
My tongue finds its way
To your clit, a soft massage,
Like a child savoring the first taste of honey.
Silent whispers of music fill the air,
Only our bodies can hear.

I feel your hand pressing me closer,
A silent plea for more.
My tongue slips between the folds,
Sliding into your warmth,
Where tremors begin to stir.
Each touch, each stroke,
Registers a memory of satisfaction.

Later, I watch as you touch me,
Your hands exploring my scrotum,
Your lips teasing my length.
I call out in half-formed words,
Lost in the bliss of your care.
A slice of amnesia as I stammer,
Thanking some unknown force
For this moment of shared ecstasy.

Our hearts collide,
A new rhythm, a music made for two.
I bend you over, sliding into you,
A smooth, deliberate motion.
The pleasure like a cloud in our minds,
Lifting us to the seventh heaven.

We sway in that ecstasy,
Until the final moment—
A peaceful vibration,
A flicker of light in our eyes.
And we lie there,
In the afterglow of our journey.

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