I NEED to feel your pussy tighten around my cock as you cum, tilting me over the edge
I NEED to collapse on top of you while I soften inside you
I NEED to cuddle and tell you what a good girl you are
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I NEED to feel your pussy tighten around my cock as you cum, tilting me over the edge
I NEED to collapse on top of you while I soften inside you
I NEED to cuddle and tell you what a good girl you are
2/2
I NEED to feel you in my arms
I NEED to make out with you like teenagers
I NEED to explore your body with my hands
I NEED to feel my cock in your mouth
I NEED to see your eyes when I look up from between your thighs
I NEED to hear you moan on that first thrust
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I NEED to feel you in my arms
I NEED to make out with you like teenagers
I NEED to explore your body with my hands
I NEED to feel my cock in your mouth
I NEED to see your eyes when I look up from between your thighs
I NEED to hear you moan on that first thrust
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Into all of the people I adore.
I pour and pour.
I pretend to refill.
I pretend to top it up.
But it runs off me like water off oiled feathers.
Pooling at my feel as I gasp for air.
But it’s ok.
A little rain, will make the flowers grow.
Into all of the people I adore.
I pour and pour.
I pretend to refill.
I pretend to top it up.
But it runs off me like water off oiled feathers.
Pooling at my feel as I gasp for air.
But it’s ok.
A little rain, will make the flowers grow.
I just need to have someone slick me up and use me.
I need to feel wanted and needed.
I need to know I’m desired.
Am I desired?
Do you want me?
Does anyone want me?
Because it doesn’t feel like it.
Fuck.
I just need to have someone slick me up and use me.
I need to feel wanted and needed.
I need to know I’m desired.
Am I desired?
Do you want me?
Does anyone want me?
Because it doesn’t feel like it.
Fuck.
the memory of the sun
to hold on to,
A picture of bright light
without the warmth
A knowing of what it
feels like to have your
eyes closed in the afternoon
and your face upturned
to that golden touch
In the long cold
darkness before dawn,
that must be enough
the memory of the sun
to hold on to,
A picture of bright light
without the warmth
A knowing of what it
feels like to have your
eyes closed in the afternoon
and your face upturned
to that golden touch
In the long cold
darkness before dawn,
that must be enough
Into you?
Into you?
Someone who wants to take me apart, but they have to mean it.
Don’t touch me unless you’re ready to keep what you break.
And you’re willing to take the time to put me back together.
One moan at a time.
Someone who wants to take me apart, but they have to mean it.
Don’t touch me unless you’re ready to keep what you break.
And you’re willing to take the time to put me back together.
One moan at a time.