Her Deflowering

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My love,

I crave a kiss from your sweet lips,

While you sleep, lain bare,

A taste nothing can eclipse.

Steal it, do I dare?

For nether lips’ scent doth ensnare.

You stir as seeking fingertips

Touch beauty quite rare,

While tracing the curve of your hips,

Virgin skin oh so fair.

Your sacred gift you’re ready to share.

You beg for me to part your lips

Red blood, white sheet.

Beyond your veil, my hardness slips. 

Pain’s fierce, yet sweet.

In ecstasy, our souls, they greet. 

Oh passion’s pull, how it now grips

With molten heat.

A woman’s born, my flesh she rips

While rabid thrusts meet;

Entwined, we cum as one heartbeat. 

Published 1 year ago

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