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beatnik beauty • witchy woman

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045

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours,

if not in this lifetime, then in the next.

— (c) X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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Polka dots and not much else I’m afraid, ha.

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044

I'm a mess because of you

Half clothed because we couldn't wait

Hair disheveled from your grip

Lips raw from your kisses

Sweetly sore and still full of want

Come back to bed, baby

— (c) X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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As long as there’s a moon up above I will think of you.

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The question isn't so much, 'Do I want sex right now?'. It's more like, 'When do I *not* want sex?'. Because I always want sex. Always. ALWAYS.

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043

Carefully I eased the bedroom door open and tiptoed into the dark room. His breathing was rhythmic, signaling he was sound asleep. I held my breath as I lifted the corner of the duvet. Slowly, not wanting to wake him just yet, I position my naked body next to his. The radiating heat of his body against my skin fueled my desire that much more. He was mine for tonight and I didn’t want to waste any more time.

— (c) X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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Afternoon delight.

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042

I have a need to be wanted and wooed.

To be the one you hunt and hunger for.

To be torturously teased and taken.

Hands bound and blindfolded on a bed.

Waiting and wondering what wickedly wonderful things we will do.

Oh, to be loved, longed for and savored in the most primal of ways.

Mercilessly kissed, caressed and have all cravings satisfied.

It would be a dream.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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041

Let me be the one you see

when you close your eyes.

Feel my lips against your lips;

softly, sweetly, teasingly

then increasing in urgency.

As your hand makes its way

down your torso,

let it be my hands

and waiting mouth

you picture in your mind.

Close your eyes.

Imagine.

Fantasize.

Manifest.

Let it be my hands,

my lips,

my touch

you sense.

Let me be the one

to guide you toward ecstasy.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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040

I keep my hair long

because I like how it feels

when you have a fistful of it

in your hand.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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Monday lounging.

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039

Feeling mischievous on a Monday.

Moody music mingling with moans,

moist fingers

and messy sheets.

All that’s missing is you.

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038

Kisses soft, slow, sweet.

Fingers slipping between the folds.

Take me, I am yours.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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037

What I wouldn’t give to have your skin pressed against mine.

To move in unison;

hard,

fast,

rough

toward a primal release.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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Pink.

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Soft.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark

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Chambray and pink polka dots.

— X. / inkwitcheryafterdark