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Wink
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Tease
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Chase
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Giggle
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Tangle
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Bounce
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Repeat
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A cycle of flirtation, mischief, and irresistible tension  - this isn’t just a mood, it’s a ritual. Seduction, on loop.
It would be so easy
And so ~dangerous~
I want some strange man to brush up against me
Just deliberately enough
That my heart starts to race
And then he just
***** off

I want the neighbor's
Disgusting husband-
The one with the hacking cough
The one who kept stealing glances at my exposed, chocolaty midriff-
To give my ***** sloppy kisses
In the laundry room
In the middle of the night

I want you to remember
That I'm a person
And I'm lonely
And I'm ~starving~
And it's really okay,
Isn't it?

I want you to know
The whole story
But you couldn't love me
Through the half of it
So that's that.

I want you to run your nails down my back
And then gaslight me
By pretending it didn't happen
As I get on my knees
To clean up the puddle on the floor

I want to ***
With hot human flesh
In every
Single
One of my holes

I want you
So badly
That I
Can't
*******
Stand it

I want to yowl at the night sky
Until someone volunteers to
Shut me up

I want to feel
The lust
Pouring off of you
Drowning me
Before I choke on your ****

I want to stop
Feeling the need
To wear crop tops
In front of my neighbor's
Disgusting husband

I want someone to notice
When I'm not okay
And I want someone
To love me
Enough
To be there
Every night
Like a raft
In a storm

I want to get ****** so hard
That I forget everything
For just a *******
******* second

I want to be used
And reminded
That I'm just a toy
For your amusement

I want you to **** me in the pouring rain
After so many deserts
And so much heat
And so much time

I want
So badly
To be seen
And to be ******
And to be free

I want you to know
That this isn't really about you

I want so many things
I'd make a terrible Buddhist
I'm climbing the walls again
Styles Mar 14
We **** on the cold ground,
breath sharp, bodies unbound.
Go fast—then slow it down,
hearts sync to a primal sound.

I take you there, then you bring it home,
back and forth, skin and bone.
Touch of heaven between your thighs,
one thought alone—I'm paralyzed.

Paradise, wrapped in heat,
your body sings, our souls repeat.
You feel so good, you make time freeze,
a touch, a sigh, you bring me to my knees.

You leave me shaking, leave me still,
like gravity left, lost in the thrill.
You make me feel so **** alive,
I’ll change your life, I'll make you mine.

As soon as you slide, we slide,
fire and silk, we collide.
Making love in candlelight,
shadows flicker, burning bright.

Love the way you feel, the way you vibe,
your body’s poetry—no need to write.
No space, no pause, no need to hide,
just you and me—we ride.
Styles Mar 14
We **** on the cold ground,
fast then slow—no words, no sound.
I take you there, then you bring it home,
a rhythm deeper than flesh and bone.

A touch of heaven between your thighs,
just the thought takes me to paradise.
You feel so good, I lose control,
paralyzed, but craving more.

I make you feel it, change your life,
as soon as you slide, we slide.
Candlelight flickers, bodies collide,
love the way you move, love the ride.
Styles Mar 13
Fingers trace fire,
a whisper against trembling skin,
desires rising, unraveling,
spilling secrets in the hush of night.

A surge, a gasp—
breath caught between need and knowing,
pleasure flooding, aching,
a worship of motion, of surrender.

A gush, a pulse, a cry—
still, I wonder,
what magic is this,
that sets me free and binds me whole?
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
Her mesh dress, sheer, a daring art,
Igniting chaos within my heart.
A bronzed goddess, beauty untamed,
Sculpted grace, temptation named.

Her presence stirred my soul to roam,
Transporting thoughts far from home.
Her lips, a sip of heady delight,
Her sway, a beacon in the night.

Magnetic, profound, her spell takes hold,
A force too strong, too bold to withhold.
No retreat, no turning away,
Her allure commands, I’m here to stay.

Entangled deep, resistance fades,
In her spell, all reason sways.
An odyssey begins, passion’s fire ignites,
A journey endless through starry nights.
Styles Jan 23
I want to tease with touches slight,
A gentle spark that feels so right.
Moments shared, just you and me,
A journey into intimacy.

We’ll talk, we’ll learn, we’ll wonder still,
Discovering depths that time won’t ****.
Each touch a whisper, soft yet bold,
A story of passion waiting to be told.

Those moments when we can’t let go,
The fire between us starts to grow.
No space, no pause, no need to part,
Just the rhythm of two beating hearts.

Let the connection pull us near,
In a world where only we appear.
Lost in touches, sweet and true,
I’ll learn you, and you’ll learn me too.
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