I’ll hold your hands above your head,
Your back against the wall.
Lust clouding the senses, winning the fight,
Tongues and bodies entwining without the sense of wrong or right.
~ Ishan Dafaria
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While your fingertips delicately traced the curve of my spine, undressing my softness, one petal at a time, the fire that is your tongue finds the dampness between my thighs. Each moan and short breath adding fuel to the flaming alchemy between our loins.