Superclark
I remember her, the maiden in the moonlight. Her purity, capable of enchanting everyone, That could easily captivate many hearts, So sweet and gentle that one might doubt that behind this mask, lust can awaken. This is the woman I love to provoke, Enjoying her purity and making her praise, For intense moments that only I can give her, For lust in verses that I will record on her body, Inciting passion to take over her body, And at the first exchange of glances, I will begin, At nightfall, I will play with her mind. I will whisper in her ear to excite her, Inducing thoughts to make her dream, With intense sex that will take her breath away. I will elicit moans as I begin, With subtle movements to touch her skin, Between her legs, I will make the desire blossom, Lightly and calmly, making her sigh, Overcoming her modesty very slowly, I will observe her reactions, So that little by little the rhythm increases, And with each movement I will steal her sanity, And in the end, making her surrender her body, To my intimate sins that will make her sweat.
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