Rough whispers of white lace
On caramel skin
Where her scent fills the air
With her honey and sweat.
Tight is the kiss
Where she welcomes you in
To the swelling wet secret.
She begs to be fucked.

Hunger seeks tastes
From between swollen folds,
To be sucked on and licked
With the tongue's brutal lash.
She will writhe on your mouth
As you feast on her soul
And her spirit is broken
By the lust in her cunt.

Helpless and shocking
Her curving twists rise
As her opening dances
Upon tip of tongue.
She is lost in the darkness
Of power you wield,
Never looks for the light
For she's blinded by you.

Wrists and feet bound
By the light of the candle,
The hot wax on flesh
Brings her shuddering sighs.
She is gone from the world
As your mouth controls all
And she will not be found
For she loves to be lost.

Her body is all
And your mouth is her master,
Her dreams are all broken
And heedless they fly
On the wings of forgotten,
For you are her core
And she'll dance for eternity,
Honey-wet thrall.

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