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I asked her to spread herself, Use her fingers, As I gripped onto her thighs, Bit down on them, Felt her thighs rise up, Against me, In both pleasure, And pain, I wanted her to be exposed, Know that her nectar, Was mine for the taking, As I held her down, Closed my teeth tighter, Around the soft flesh, Inside of her thigh, Occasionally I would pause, And look at the moisture, Pooling between her thighs, Take a second to smell it, How that smell demanded more blood, To course between my thighs, But I wouldn’t submit to my urges, Or to her desires, I’d leave her bruised and bleeding, Tie up her wrists afterwards, So she couldn’t deride any pleasure, From herself.

Show Me - AandP

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Fishnets, ripped On a tiled floor, Your knees grazed, My sighs loud Nails broken Across my back My hips rotate You hold tight My face wet With what you gave Your body spent My jaw aches

Pony - AandP

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Feel free, To leave your nails, In my back, Draw blood from me, You know I’m weak, There’s nothing here for me, So I’ll bend, I’ll break, Take all the life that’s left in me, I’m not going to charge. Fingers in her mouth, Hand between her legs, Whisper into her ear, That if she wants more, she can beg.

The Book Of Lilith - AandP

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I would be disappointed if you weren’t running down my chin Hard to command someone if you can’t make them that wet And if you can’t explore them like that With just your mouth How can you expect them to trust you So tell me your secrets And I’ll whisper mine into your ears And spell them out between your legs Make my jaw hurt Beg me to keep going, It’s hard to tell when somethings real But if you let me write Between your legs It won’t be pretend Your moans will make it real

Drinking For Sin - AandP

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It was Christmas Day And we were all open mouths Shallow breaths Tangled in red and green light You moved like a stranger Beneath dying mistletoe I swore to never leave you And you swore under your breath The night echoed silent As our minds Left from our chests

Feliz - AandP

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The way your skirt rides up To show not quite enough Space left between there And the top of your thigh highs May only be inches But when I close my eyes it seems like oceans To voyage in that space I would want to know all of it Leave everything marked Place your hands on my head Give me permission to explore Feel my hair between your fingers I won’t ask for anything more

Riding - AandP

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Mascara, heavy cobwebs on my eyes and then Eyeshadow from dust to mud, back again If you light enough candles Does it help to start the healing? Chipped polish, tired legs long to expand Water weighs heavy on seams sewn by hand I’ve been in this bath for days Mind and body drift separate ways February yawned this morning But beneath the winter haze I think of August Still six months away I think of August, and how it burns It was January last and we’d sit up late at night You’d take polaroids of me And the next day as I lay in bed hungover There’d be hours spent examining them for some signal Of vulnerability Last August I smiled Potpourri as an ashtray in print Black marks imprint Lingering behind my skin, so I Parted your teeth before I parted your lips And; still August burns

What’s Left Behind By Ashes - AandP

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Start at the bottom, breathing still regular, smile on her face. Breath escapes your mouth, rouge against cotton, hips on shoulders. One kiss first, planted firmly, before they come off, the smile moves from your face to mine. Sketching an outline around the sides, not committing pen to paper, just tracing, faintly, as lungs quicken. That’s when hands pin your thighs down. From soft to firm, slow to urgent. We both want this. Learning to love means both sides now, tongue flat, fingers pressed. It’s always good to learn how someone tastes, and what sounds they make, when they know you’re going to move closer. Moving inside you avoid her centre, that has to wait, you have to let anticipation build. But it’s important to explore each side of the equator, others may have been there before, but you haven’t, you have to map every bump, every piece of flesh that arches towards you In the same way as her back does, you move centrally and arch your tongue, let your mouth rise, find what she wants, and wrap your lips around it, listen to her body. If she can handle it you run your tongue north, her lust still trapped between your lips, roll it, over and over, all I want is to know what it’s like; to hear you scream

Prayer - AandP

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We met at a poetry reading. You found something funny and we didn’t talk in the room, but you liked how thin my Motley Crue t-shirt was. Then we got talking and the embers from your cigarette highlighted the flame in your hair, and the vulnerability that shone behind your eyes. You told me you felt controlled when my arms were around you, in a way that made you feel more than safe. I’d walk to lectures with you still damp on my thighs, I don’t know if you’d washed me off by then. I do know you keep coming back. Comments, photos sent. Reminiscent of how you’d post shadowed photos of the lingerie you’d put on for me, when I was walking round to you. I don’t know if you wanted me to be jealous or if you were doing it hoping I’d give you more validation than I said I would. Sometimes people can be in love with each others bodies but not know how to care for the people behind them. I know I wanted to, I know I tried. I think you did the same too. Why else do we still talk all those years later. Our bodies would craft something that hasn’t been bettered. I still dream about the sound you made when my lips pressed against yours. And how our bodies shook against each other. Ten years later and I’m still writing about you. Nobodies perfect, and nothing is true.

Nat - AandP

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oursoulsarelonely

I’m not one to lose control

But with you

In bed

I could lose my mind for all I care

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Don’t go down on her if you don’t want to. But why wouldn’t you? Do you know how it feels to cause a goddess to submit, as you devour the nectar between her legs? Start slow. Kiss, lick, breathe. Don’t go near the places she wants you to. Not yet. Tease. Make her wait. Make her earn it. Wait until her nails run through your hair trying to direct you, closer, closer to what she needs. Be patient. Kiss, lick, suck. Make her writhe. Feel the soles of her feet press against your back. Make her moan. Listen to her breathing. Control her. Command your idol with your tongue. Hold back. Make her beg. When you’re ready, give in to her. Let her have what she wants. Taste every inch of her. Make sure her love runs down your chin. Give her ecstasy. When she is done, stop. Briefly. Start again. Slowly, Never, ever, be satisfied with one.

Don’t - AandP

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