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Richard Cravings I took my meds late for the DMade myself stay awake and wait for that DI woke up early shaved my legs for that DSpritzed my cleavage for…
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Richard Cravings I took my meds late for the DMade myself stay awake and wait for that DI woke up early shaved my legs for that DSpritzed my cleavage for…
Continue ReadingI Desire You It excites me to write to youI have this for a not insignificant timesexual arousalin anticipation of sexual activitywith you You knowLilith is a very active field,…
Continue ReadingItalian Food your hairruns downmy bodylike blackand loopingpasta. my chest,my belly,dinnerplates. my fingers,twisting forks. Biography DS Maolalai has been nominated four times for Best of the Net and three times…
Continue ReadingIt Arrived In The Afternoon Showing that it did not come for love,did not know how to be gentle and affectionate.It came for lust and voluptuousness, not the breathof a…
Continue ReadingBeach The seasalt aftertaste of buttercups,On your honey-stained skin,Beaconed my lips against yours.Bare and beautiful underneathThe star-grazed skies,I traced my mouth on the outlines,Of your tender breasts.And, oh! The melodic…
Continue ReadingNatural History I dream-fucked you last night soit's just as well we won't be bumpinginto each other in the flesh untilI've had time to get hold of myself.We were both…
Continue ReadingHorror Is Not Erotic I saw the sign & walked in on my hands.Sometimes an entrance must be seento be subversive, despite the dovetailingof balance & athleticism, which areacceptable if…
Continue ReadingTo Sin It was on that large open floorThat sin was questionedFor as the hopeful youth danced- Just so innocentlyA strange sense of foreboding beckonedFor in nights of deep questioning…
Continue ReadingCecilia's Skin Let me remove the soft blouse cloudcovering you,expose firm nippled hills.Let my fingers slowly glideall your smooth earth,soft covered torso and breast. Let my kisses on your skinbe…
Continue ReadingHell Can Be Sexy Trailing fingersengulf our trailingthoughts.The flames lickevery inch.Every inch.Nothing is left sacred.Which is to say, everythingis made sacred.Smoke is inhaled,desperate breaths.Fire is in our eyes,and the irisesare…
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