her carefree dance in the rain attracted the only soul passing by the water drops hiding her pain he saw that hollow glint in her eyes
watched her madness in distress from an irresistible distance walked towards his princess to let her know her prince’s existence
she accepted his hand with no fright they danced on the rhythm of the rain glistening under the moon light unspoken promises forever to remain
by Kritika
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Pouncing on the moistness of my tongue with the sound of the clashing teeth reverberating down my manhood, sending shivers, which was in her hands. The supple body pressed on mine, melting like hot chocolate with the wildness of the kisses, captivating my mind to be her submissive. Desperate in returning the favour of her fervor, I grabbed her luscious waist to bring it under me but her strength left me aghast.
Her twinkling eyes had a different shade each time she paused in satisfaction and her glossy lips touching me felt love, as if I finally achieved what I long desired, ignoring every thought of her eyes. Like a cannibal, her fondling with my prick gave me the high to explore her beauty. Reaching for her velvety rose petals, the groan with a pout gave me the power to rule over her. Widening them, I dipped my finger inside the lava which was waiting for my frivolous tongue. I wanted to care for her, explore her body, love her each day but this thought vanished when my eyes widened at what I saw.
Few minutes left to midnight and her eyes were cold ice. I was astonished at her deadly glance but did not want to leave her. She insisted me to run right away but I stayed. The clock struck 12 and she completely turned into a human bat. The pain in her eyes had a story unknown to others and my story began just after she bit my neck.
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wrapped her frustration in the prettiest attire glistening like a crystal she became the fire
stepped inside the bar soaring high in heels leaving behind the tears alive is what she wants to feel
yearning for freedom petrified in taxing pain the overflowing wine left a non washable stain
emptying the glass contents discarding the tasteless wine let the excitement begin earning for survival is prime
money the important hurdle she crossed, dancing on poles fulfilled all her dreams dared not dominated by any soul
pondering over the right or wrong? every human being is a mess money is what rules us all she wanted to be the Empress
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