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Styles Mar 13
The curves
of our bodies,
intricately designed,

like whispered prayers
folded into flesh,
etched by hands that knew
we would meet.

Echo the same thoughts,
synchronously aligned,
your breath,
a hymn against my skin,
your touch,
a scripture I long to read.

Fate stitched us together
in silent knowing,
yet here we stand—
near, but never near enough.
Styles Mar 13
Yearning for your touch,
your taste,
your tease.

Part these sheets like holy waters,
let my fingers trace the sermon
written in the curve of your spine.

Desire ignites—
I crave you.

Yet here I sit,
alone,
penning this verse,
watching the space where you should be.

Why are our worlds
so near,
yet so distant?

Naked, I wait.
A believer, undone.
Styles Mar 11
make love to her.
Nice and slow, so you’d know
what it feels like to be truly felt.

Her body, soft in all the right places,
your space tight, drawing him in.
He wants to give her more than just pleasure—

He wants to leave his mark
fill her with more than just him
but the essence of he; his seed

So even,
when the night fades
and she's gone,
his scent will still linger
on her skin,
like a whisper against,
her ear - he's gone,
but still there.
his seed,
the remedy,
to bring them harmony
Styles Jan 24
Don’t make a sound, let’s keep it tight,
Going for another round deep in the night.
No stopping now, we’re caught in the flow,
Starting at the bottom, then up we go.

Now she’s on top, like she’s thought of it all,
Commanding the rhythm, answering the call.
Our bodies grind, a primal beat,
Hearts racing fast, locked in the heat.

She rides me hard, no slowing pace,
Pushing me deeper in this endless race.
We **** through the breaks, no stopping, no running,
Her body ignites like she’s truly becoming.

Until she lets go, her essence released,
Her cries a crescendo, the passion increased.
Her ***** running, a flood so pure,
A fever of pleasure, nothing demure.

Round after round, no end in sight,
Two souls entwined in the depth of the night.
Every motion, every ****** so profound,
We’re lost in this dance, until we’re both drowned.
Styles Jan 24
Eyes closed, lying here alone,
Staring in silence, clutching my phone.
Wondering if it's you on the other end,
Calling to claim me, lover or friend.

The thought lingers, igniting my core,
What it would be like to crave you more.
To feel your hands, your lips, your heat,
To shatter restraint as our worlds meet.

Dreams of you become my truth,
Each week you strip away guarded youth.
You penetrate my being, body and mind,
Your words and touch, perfectly aligned.

I imagine your voice, deep and low,
Whispering secrets only I know.
Your touch on my skin, soft then rough,
******* me mentally, never enough.

******* soaked, clinging tight to me,
Proof of the fire you set me free.
Fumbling for words I can't quite say,
You consume my thoughts in every way.

Your presence lingers, like a spell unbroken,
Every glance and word, powerfully spoken.
The thought of you in me, pure hypnotic,
The way you move, so **** methodic.

Every detail of you, etched in my brain,
A cycle of pleasure, a sweet aching pain.
Yet all things must pause, as life intrudes,
But the way you bring me there? Absolute magic.

Every moment replayed, every scene,
You haunt my nights and every dream.
I’m lost in you, completely unchained,
And with every thought, I’m forever stained.
Styles Jan 24
Ride me,
As I guide thee,
Match my rhythm, stride for stride,
Our bodies move, perfectly tied.

You provide pleasures deep and sweet,
Where our desires and passions meet.
Overwhelmed, we lose all time,
Chasing a satisfaction so sublime.

Together we seek, together we find,
A fiery connection, body and mind.
With every motion, our souls collide,
In this endless dance, side by side.
Styles Jan 24
I want to fill you, deep and slow,
Let my desire in you overflow.
A potent gift, a primal need,
To saturate your womb with my seed.

Until the warmth spills, a torrid stream,
Tracing paths like a vivid dream.
Dripping down, it leaves its trace,
A mark of passion, time can't erase.

Our bodies fused, a rhythm divine,
A dance of fire, your soul and mine.
No boundaries left, just wild and free,
Lost in the depths of raw ecstasy.
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