Your androgynous beauty drips like sin,
a twink with velvet lips and wicked eyes,
sliding down between my thighs
as if you were born to live there.
Silken hair brushes my skin,
your mouth opens me,
wet heat devoured by a tongue
that tastes like moonlight and danger.
I arch, trembling,
as your delicate hands pin me open,
fingers teasing where I burn the most—
you know what I need,
and you give it with a slow, aching cruelty
that makes me moan your name
like it’s a forbidden prayer.
My thighs clutch your face,
pressing you deeper,
smearing my desire across your lips
until you are painted in me.
A femboy, an androgynous flame,
writhing against my body,
turning hunger into worship,
turning sex into ruin.
And when you rise,
mouth slick with my lust,
I pull you up,
tasting myself on your tongue,
swallowing you whole—
my beautiful, perfect twink.
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