If you’re going to use a woman at least use her the way she’s only dreamed of being used, and until she’s never been more…
This, this! Is sex music; even more it’s fuck music 💥🔥thank me later; actually no thx necessary. Enjoy
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Sometimes we have to help each other learn how to accept the things we deserve. 🫴🏻❤️🔥
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Sentir que me ahoga, me asfixia, es una puta delicia
#Abrahel
#DíaDeAdoración
#TuPoesía
#PoesíaYErotismo
#EróticoAquelarre
An average lover can’t see past the broken. A good lover sees the beautiful garden growing despite any weeds…
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Ruin
Come to me as the night comes to the desert, slowly, with a thousand secrets beneath her veil.
Let the moon bear witness to our undoing,
while the world sleeps, oblivious to the fire
that turns two lonely souls into one flame.
There is a wilderness beneath your skin
that no map, no prayer, could ever lead me through.
Yet I would wander there until the stars grew weary, my mouth learning the language of your silence, my hands discovering what words never knew.
You are the wine I should not drink,
the forbidden verse upon my tongue,
the want that makes a poet of my darkness,
the sweetest madness I have ever known.
And God, how I hunger for you…
not merely for the softness of your body,
but for the surrender hidden in your eyes,
for the moment your guarded heart falls open and every careful wall between us dies.
Let me love you as the devotee loves the infinite devine..
until there is no difference between the seeker and the flame,
until your breath becomes the prayer I breathe, and I forget the very shape of my own name.
For I have known the loneliness of a thousand nights, but never a darkness quite like this..
the exquisite torment of lying beside you,
feeling the universe narrow to the space
between your lips and my almost kiss.
So come, my beloved, let the night take everything but our tenderness.
Let our bodies speak what our souls have feared, until dawn finds us tangled in the silence, and even the sun turns away,
ashamed of how little it knows of burning.
For if loving you is my undoing, then let me fall without a name..
for I would rather be ruined by your love
than live untouched by its flame……..
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A lot of pleasure is found in the powerful; particularly when lovers understand that power lies in both…
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Mia nonna diceva sempre che l'amore non è mai sprecato, anche se non vieni corrisposto allo stesso modo che meriti o che vorresti.
Lascialo fluire, diceva, apri il tuo cuore e non avere paura che qualcuno te lo spezzi.
I cuori troppo protetti finiscono per diventare di pietra..
He wound around her like a snake; slowly, dangerously, because it was lovingly. Every squeeze a little closer to her core. Her throat bared to his bite was a temple offering. He traced her lips before sliding into her hungry mouth; down deep into her burning soul…



















