Poetry for ldthomps
She wanted "library stacks smut". I hope this pleases, babe.
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I remember that first kiss in the library. The musty smell of books filled my nostrils as we hid in the shadowy stacks. Your fingers traced my spine, reading my name in braille one vertebra at a time.
Then you flicked open my jeans and skimmed your hands along my skin, easing them down my hips. You took your time, took in every line of poetry, every engraving, every chapter of my life printed right there on my flesh.
You emancipated me while I stared at books about Abraham Lincoln and thought it might not be so bad to be your slave.
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I remember that first kiss in the library. The musty smell of books filled my nostrils as we hid in the shadowy stacks. Your fingers traced my spine, reading my name in braille one vertebra at a time.
Then you flicked open my jeans and skimmed your hands along my skin, easing them down my hips. You took your time, took in every line of poetry, every engraving, every chapter of my life printed right there on my flesh.
You emancipated me while I stared at books about Abraham Lincoln and thought it might not be so bad to be your slave.