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She is a language, a dialogue, a dialect that is way more advanced than people know and can comprehend. Her soul is phonics. Her mind syntax. her passion is grammar. Her body is punctuation. Her movement is words.
I love the way you moan when you cum for me. It’s more than a sound. It’s audio seduction. Sensual frequency. Alluring vibration. Delicious decibels.
Watching you play with yourself. It’s a classic movie. My favourite song. It’s sunset. It’s like going back home. It’s Sunday dinner. So put your show on repeat. Let me listen to the music of your orgasm. Colour my vision with the hues of your pleasure. Rejuvenate my soul. Feed me with your sensuality.
Eat her moans is what I do
Feast on them
They are seasoned with pleasure
Roasted with the heat of indulgence
she spits profanities
Wet word projectiles
Splatter on the walls of our bedroom wall
Choked on lust
It coils around the throat of our desire
Restricts the air of reserve
Cause us to be light headed
Takes us higher
I whip her
Lash her with my want to satisfy her
Beat her with my urge to fulfil her wants
Cause the skin of her pleasure to sting with pleasurable delght
She begs me to spank her
Use the hand of my authority to splat her submission
Blend pleasure with pain
Create a cocktail of blurred lines
That cause her to become intoxicated
Sex is what we don’t do
We are sex
An exchange of erotic fluids
Spasms of discovery
An orgasm of freedom
I want to taste your garden of Eden
Eat your forbidden fruit
Give into temptation
Foresake this world’s salvation
slide my rib inside you
Taste her with slow tongue swirls. Unhurried flicks. Soft suck on her with patient focus. French kiss her yoni.
Taste her like her favourite slow jam. Have her feel the melody of your tongue rotation. The soft baseline soft sucks that make her vibrate. Let her enjoy the harmony of your lips on her nib. Sing to her pearl with delicate swirls. Slide your tongue into the wetness of her chorus. Taste her like her favourite slow jam