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  Canva AI Image FEATHERED KISSES - WE BEGIN AGAIN Fingertips. Caressing skin. Slowly turning. Into sin. Feel your breath. Upon my neck. Feathered kisses. Lightly peck. Lift my dress. Above my head. Let it fall. To the bed. Snag my waist. Pull me close. Grab my throat. Gently choke. Sensations overtake. My mind. Pressures building. Bump and grind. Feathered kisses. Down my back. Sliding fingers. In my crack. Nuzzle, fondle. Brush and skim. You circle round. Then push it in. I'm soaring, racing. Tempo sublime. Pushing faster. Lost in time. Explosions. Overwhelm my soul. You took my body. Made it whole. Riding waves. Spasms cresting. For the wicked. There is no resting. Flip me over. Start again. Fingers brushing. My back end. And one more time. We are inching in. Two hot lovers. We begin again. Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) Sept 9, 2024

Canva AI Image Blessed By The Gods   You kiss away all of my days stress  As you slowly, carefully remove my dress  I moan at each soft yet rough caress  You touch my body with such finesse  A passion that we cannot disguise  As you gently spread apart my thighs  I’ve got something you can tantalize  The night will be full of our lustful cries  Your leg upon my leg you drape  Your hands running down my womanly shape  A feeling I don’t ever want to escape  A love so genuine it’s agape  Consider me a gift, as I surrender  To a lover, who is so tender  My body, I willingly render  To ravish in our nightly splendor  My emotions, they will never waiver You’ll always be my favorite flavor You are the party and I am the raver  I am a Goddess, and you are my Savior I cannot break away from your sensual stare  We are blessed by the Gods in this life that we share  The love that we have is so raw a...

  MOMMY (Trigger Warning) Abortion (From A Baby’s Point Of View) I know that man hurt you, Three months ago. That I’m a surprise, And you’re starting to show. But please don’t keep walking, And go through that door. I just want to stay. I want nothing more. Mommy! Mommy! You’re scaring me! Please don’t do this! Please hear my plea! I know you’re just trying, To find an escape. From the memories of Your horrible rape. And this isn’t the best, Of circumstance. But I beg you, Mommy! Just give me a chance! You think I’ll only remind you, Of that nightmarish night. You feel alone and afraid. You’re in fight or flight. But I promise you now. That I’ll give you strength. Please don’t give up. Don’t go to this length. Don’t walk through that door. Please don’t give in. Please let me exist. Let my life begin. Mommy! Mommy! You’re turning around! You’re changing your mind! You’re standing your ground! You’re not giving in. You’re not gonna run. I thank you and promise… I’ll be the best son. ...

You make me burn. I am on fire. So intense. Raging desire. Taste you. Hot. Caressing hair. I feel you touch. Me down there. Slide my dress. Slip to the floor. Need you now. Fill up my core. Push me back. Against the wall. Hand over mouth. My whimpered call. I scream in pleasure. I moan in pain. Your fingertips. Drive me insane. Feather tickles. Down my spine. Gently sipping. Drinking candy wine. You stroke. Thump. Flick me there. Sensations intense. Exploding in air. I pant. Hot breath. On my clit. Flip me over. Straddle. Make me sit. Your face. Riding the wave. Cresting. The feeling. I am your sex slave. Shallow. My breath comes out. Climaxing. Your name I shout. Overwhelmed. Finally calming down. You knocked askew. This girl and her crown. Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar