Anticipation

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Unfulfilled desire sparks lusty feelings..
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Heat crawling over flushed skin
Goose bumps tingling flesh
Blood pulsing through tightening loins
Need pressed against burning flesh

Gasping indrawn breath sparked by desire
Throat tight with unspoken longing
Lungs crushed by unfulfilled promises
Muted hush of sound from far away

Coiling ropes of arousal pulse closer
Rosy puckering nipples protrude painfully
Trembling breasts that heave with passion
Groans rumbling deep from aching chest

Saliva dries, moisture wicked away for pleasure
Tears squeezed from pleading eyes
Rasp of unfettered craving from dry throat
Fantasy seeps quietly into reality

Fire that consumes desperation
Flame that flickers from whispered breath
Prophets of the inferno coming
A blaze to serrate restraint from joy

Swelling flood of fragrant sex blooms
Perfume drifting across heady romance
Of lovers yet to embrace, yet to touch
Yet their cumming together is foretold

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AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

That gave me an erection

RiverMayaRiverMayaabout 2 years ago

Rating is absolutely more than the 5 ☆s allowed here. Incandescent!

Paul4playPaul4playabout 2 years ago

Oh, this is sultry with anticipation!

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