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Taken Slowly

Your deep breath in
and close of eyes
as I slowly slide
My hand in your hair;
there, you’re where
I want you.
You knew it,
it would come
to this
your speeding heart
evidence of bliss
my touch, softness belies
the slow ache for hardness
I kindle between your thighs
as breath and then lips
brush your neck
hips brush hips
lips on lips
I delight in the scent
of desire, your want
for me to impale you
hips slowly rocking
whispers of fucking
I breathe in your slow
shuddering exhalation
feel your anticipation
This is how
you will be
Taken:

Slowly

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