The Poison I Keep Wanting

[marcello]

There’s something about her lips that I can’t escape.
They pull me in soft, tempting, dangerous in the sweetest way. Every time she smiles, my thoughts lose direction. Every time she bites her lower lip, my heart forgets its rhythm. It’s not just a want anymore… it’s an addiction I can’t fight.

Her kisses aren’t just touches; they’re storms that quiet my chaos. When her lips meet mine, the world fades into silence. Time slows. Everything I’ve ever wanted comfort, desire, madness exists in that single breath between us.
I crave her lips like a poet craves words. I ache for the taste, the warmth, the wild pulse they carry. Sometimes it’s gentle like a secret only we know. Sometimes it’s fierce like fire finding air. And every time, I’m left wanting more.



It’s not just lust. It’s a kind of surrender where her kiss owns me completely. I find myself replaying that touch over and over, the memory burning deeper each time. Her lips have a way of making me forget everything… except how much I need them again.

Her kisses aren’t just a habit they’re my undoing. My sweetest sin. My favorite addiction.



MARCELLO

 

[Wednesday]

There’s something about her lips that I can’t escape.
They pull me in soft, tempting, dangerous in the sweetest way. Every time she smiles, my thoughts lose direction. Every time she bites her lower lip, my heart forgets its rhythm. It’s not just a want anymore… it’s an addiction I can’t fight.

Her kisses aren’t just touches; they’re storms that quiet my chaos. When her lips meet mine, the world fades into silence. Time slows. Everything I’ve ever wanted comfort, desire, madness exists in that single breath between us.
I crave her lips like a poet craves words. I ache for the taste, the warmth, the wild pulse they carry. Sometimes it’s gentle like a secret only we know. Sometimes it’s fierce like fire finding air. And every time, I’m left wanting more.

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It’s not just lust. It’s a kind of surrender where her kiss owns me completely. I find myself replaying that touch over and over, the memory burning deeper each time. Her lips have a way of making me forget everything… except how much I need them again.

Her kisses aren’t just a habit they’re my undoing. My sweetest sin. My favorite addiction.



MARCELLO

I can almost feel it through your words — the pull, the ache, the quiet surrender. It’s not just desire; it’s something deeper, almost like the soul recognizing its echo in another. How lovely, even in its intensity.

 

[marcello]

I can almost feel it through your words — the pull, the ache, the quiet surrender. It’s not just desire; it’s something deeper, almost like the soul recognizing its echo in another. How lovely, even in its intensity.

I can almost feel it through your words the pull, the ache, the quiet surrender. It’s not just desire; it’s something deeper, almost like the soul recognizing its echo in another. How lovely, even in its intensity.

 

[Juliette]

There’s something about her lips that I can’t escape.
They pull me in soft, tempting, dangerous in the sweetest way. Every time she smiles, my thoughts lose direction. Every time she bites her lower lip, my heart forgets its rhythm. It’s not just a want anymore… it’s an addiction I can’t fight.

Her kisses aren’t just touches; they’re storms that quiet my chaos. When her lips meet mine, the world fades into silence. Time slows. Everything I’ve ever wanted comfort, desire, madness exists in that single breath between us.
I crave her lips like a poet craves words. I ache for the taste, the warmth, the wild pulse they carry. Sometimes it’s gentle like a secret only we know. Sometimes it’s fierce like fire finding air. And every time, I’m left wanting more.

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It’s not just lust. It’s a kind of surrender where her kiss owns me completely. I find myself replaying that touch over and over, the memory burning deeper each time. Her lips have a way of making me forget everything… except how much I need them again.

Her kisses aren’t just a habit they’re my undoing. My sweetest sin. My favorite addiction.



MARCELLO

Woah...This was spicy but classy
Your words paint temptation perfectly, almost too perfectly.
You have a way of making the reader feel the moment just through your writing...Loved it!

 

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