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The cold autumn airIs caressing my skin As your searching lipsHeat my furious blood.I moan your nameInto the quiet night As my pleasure achesTo break free.I see your need burningIn your Kolej Escort darkened eyes.Only I can feed the hungerDeep in your soul.Your Rus Escort hands bruise my skin,As you curse my name into the Yenimahalle Escort night.You thrust harder,Claiming every inch of me.Like a tidal wave crashingAgainst my roaring need, You fill me with white, hot fire…Branding me.My nails rake across your skin,As your teeth graze my neck.Our unrelenting lustFuses us together. My body has become your heaven, And my quick tongue, your hell.Your lips are now my salvation.But your surrender is my sin. This poem is for Lush only. If you see it elsewhere, it has been stolen.

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