A spark runs through the tip in a purple lightening vine;
Writing stories with his lips as he traces down her spine;
A jolt brings her back afloat as his hand is laced with hair;
His brother grips her throat, handcuffing warm air;
The fastening confinement, unwraps her trepidation;
But with his hands resignment, begs for more with desperation.
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Author:
courtneycooper (
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- Category: Erotic
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