When we're tangled up together, I want to make sure you feel like the king you are. But. I need your guidance...
Your whispers, your moans, your gentle commands. If you don't tell me what you crave, I'll be left wondering, searching for the perfect touch.
Take control, baby. Tell me what makes you weak in the knees. Let me worship you, body and soul.
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