Would you believe how beautiful I find your heated skin, the droplets gathering
Your intense handiwork reflected in the crackle of your eyes?
Fingers work with friction to create dynamic electricity,
Zinging between the three of us, a bubble of felicity
Taking turns between our thighs
I am your pervert. I derive pleasure from the battering.
Ferocious loving is my specialty.
I feel it all and show my feels.
Patient, attentive, following at your heels,
Yet poking you to incite sweet brutality.
Soft skin, jumbled limbs resting in a sweaty pile
Deep breaths held and released, muscles trembling,
It makes us happy to see you pleased.
Salt and wet spilling all over one another, laughing
Your love glows in your wicked smile.
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