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An advertiser and a poet by nature @ A graduate of ladoke akintola University
Velvet sin
<p><br/></p><p>In the hush of midnight’s velvet hush,</p><p>your fingers trace the secrets I don’t speak.</p><p>Silk sheets surrender as our bodies brush,</p><p>a slow, wicked dance where hunger peaks.</p><p>I arch beneath you, breath a trembling plea,</p><p>lips parting soft as you taste every sigh.</p><p>Your tongue writes promises on trembling skin,</p><p>leaving trails of fire that make me writhe.</p><p>Lower still, where heat and honey meet,</p><p>you tease the swollen ache with wicked skill.</p><p>I moan your name like sacred, filthy prayer,</p><p>hips rising greedy, begging for the thrill.</p><p>You slide inside me, deep and thick and slow,</p><p>filling every aching, pulsing need.</p><p>We move together, raw and wild and slow,</p><p>lost in the slick, obscene rhythm we breed.</p><p>Skin slapping skin, your grip bruising sweet,</p><p>I clench and shatter, crying out your name.</p><p>You follow, spilling heat in pulsing jets,</p><p>marking me yours in this delicious game.</p><p>And when the afterglow drips warm and slow,</p><p>I lick the evidence from your smiling lips</p><p>already whispering, “Again, my love…</p><p>let’s break the night with one more sinful trip</p><p></p><p>@DREAM BRAXEN</p>
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