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Writer's pictureTwan

Concentrate

Updated: Apr 14

I want the sounds of my breathe to travel through your ears drums, implanting my love jones into your vitality. Allowing the touch of my fingers to caress your skin, those special spots releasing the tension you carry. Unwind your soul… for me.


Experience this one night of bliss with me, breathe. (signal the sound) My goal is to transfer my poisonous lust into yours, hypnotizing your inner being to relinquish its true form.


Concentrate.


Listen closely to my sensual melody that I’m singing.


Concentrate.


This mental plea, the desire to be pleased has been burning my thoughts for too long. For this moment to prosper, these expectations were beyond its reach.


A long list, yearning for the imaginable sensibility. Our auras connecting…


Concentrate.


Let’s hold our bodies close, with the need to want to live within each other… waiting for small beads of sweat to form from our skin. Both of our mouths hanging at awe, as we both are satisfied and continuing to satisfy our dire need to live out our sexual fantasy.


Witness the reactions of my body responses. The subtle shakes from my legs you’re creating. The silent grips of the bed sheets, the faint sounds of the bed creaking. Love is being made in between these four walls… let’s make it last for a while longer.


After our sinful session, let’s grant our bodies the rest it deserves. Cuddling into each others arms, while our souls smile to one another.


You’ve showed me that I am the focal point of a divine divinity you dreamed of. Keeping this daydream alive and moving forward to the infinite days.


Concentrate.


This was only an imagination I created and hoping that soon before me, I get to experience you being with someone like me.






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