My words and your thoughts

Leading towards the precipice

Unable to flee the flames of the past

Licking at my thighs

You tell me what I do to you

Thrusting together once more

Closer to the edge

I watch

You punish me for bringing you to this place

I hear your gasps as you topple over

Leaving me behind once again.

London Andrews 

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Morning rush

I wake slowly to the warm rumble against my skin

Vibrating silicone excites surgical steel and velvet nipples

Travelling south, tantalising, soft curves tremble

Gently parting, nudging towards sweet release

Pinned down whilst bursting free

Rush to wash, dress, make a dash

Flushed red cheeks in the cold morning air sting, giving away my wakeup call.

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You seek forgiveness for your sins,

Yet the taste of Eve’s apple lingers between the hemispheres of lust.

The serpent entwines us,

My porcelain skin bristling with desire for the touch of your dark hands, longing for pleasure to carve deep into my void.

My dew glistens along our invisible bonds,

You watch from afar,

Temptation takes hold.

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