i …
swim you ...
like a river, wild
feral flesh, fiery ... merged
my press to your moans and motion
clasped in warm rapture
minds, mouths, mids
emotions spin
like sugar into cotton candy
the Stylistics float, dreamy -
musical hooka smoke that swirls
moody tendrils that wrap us, sexy, smooth
i surge to your source
touch and taste and twist and tickle
timing all with prurient precision
to...
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