Tag Archives: Denise

Dearer One

         Loving. Sex. Pure light. Dark heat. Fire. Want. Tight. Controlled. Passion. Poison. Naked. Rapt. Aching. Surrender. Giving. Tasting. Taken. Beauty. Known. Held. Holy lust. Dangerous longing. Black peace. White rage. Oh! Exhaustion. Float. Drift. Oh. Oh. Oh. Come here … Continue reading

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Nuru Trio

Yes, we looked into some nuru gel to give him private sessions of our own. Merci monsieur et mademoiselle. A friend sandwich, pleasure to the bone— hands up thighs, breasts down backs, no skin on slippery skin we’d not condone … Continue reading

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The voice through which I echo ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the breath I know to be mine ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀inside our shared moment ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀decides word to word as though ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀reflecting an immortal design. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀”Though nothing can bring back the hour,” ⠀⠀⠀⠀Denise’s recitation finally broke … Continue reading

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