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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A feeling likened to shadowed depths, Encircled by walls of icy whispers. An emptiness, echoing in the chest— In time, it transformed, A beacon brightening a soul adrift. Gentle fingertips trace languid paths, Along honey-gold walls of desire, Shaping destiny with a simple curve, A breath, a pulse, a quiet unfolding. Her skin, moonlit parchment warm to the touch, My fingers, master brushstrokes Finding the peak of rounded hills, A teasing stroke of nature’s sealed springs. Lips brush the dawn of silken peaks, Soft whispers of touch, Tiny sparks rushing to a distant crest, Rippling through the sweet caramel bliss. Like moonlight spilling over midnight’s edge, Fingers trace paths known only to stars— A song without sound hums in the silence. Her body speaks, In trembling shadows and light that flickers. A soft touch glides, Brushing against the heat, Deeper now, where tremors stir beneath. Each pulse a quiet plea. Heart meets solace, A slow descent into hidden fire, Parting wetness like rain on thirsty earth, A gentle press into the world’s quiet secret. Dipping into the honeyed well, Warmth wraps us in gold. A trail of milk weaves through folds, A steady drip of heat melting into her core. Like wax from a slow-burning candle, She softens, bends to each stroke. A slow surrender to the flame's tender pull. Desire overflows, the pot spills over. A melody escapes, soft as dawn's first light. Angels hum with each quiver of the sky. A breath shudders, Fingers trace fire down trembling skin— The world clenches, then unfurls. Bliss, endless, deep, Pouring like light through the soul. To the moon and beyond, we traveled, A night to behold, eternal in its wake.
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