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Swift Guad - Grandeur et décadence

Swift Guad - Tout s'arrête

Swift Guad - Dernière Lettre

Swift Guad Hécatombe

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Born under Eiffel glow in ‘90’s spring,
My Paris lawyer’s girl, dreams drippin’ sin.
Five years to Oxford’s green, wild heart unchained,
Split homes couldn’t tame that body I crave.
Dragon School stage, your walk sways like a tease,
Petite storm grindin’ close, bringin’ me to my knees.
Talk that curls ‘round my cock like smoke in the night,
Every inch of you pulsin’, beggin’ for my bite.
Oh, Emma, Emma, mind like thunder’s wet kiss,
Intelligence fuckin’ me raw, in your abyss.
From Muggle haze to wizard’s wild, sweat-soaked bed,
You surge through my veins, leavin’ me half-dead.
HeForShe fire, your activism’s savage thrust,
My rebel queen, in your eyes I trust—
I’d kiss those brown depths till you gasp my name,
Hold you, fuck you, marry you, seed your flame.

Nine summers gone, owl’s call sealed our fate’s hot seal,
Hermione’s fire, makin’ my hunger real.
Eight films in magic’s blaze, you act with a sway,
Dance that hips’ roll, sing that voice—fuck, I pray.
Books your blade, higher learnin’ drivin’ me wild,
Your drive for the deep, like you’d ride me, untamed child.
Spotlight’s burn on your skin, curves glowin’ divine,
Petite inferno, every inch mine to grind.
Talk that drips intellect, sharp as your thighs’ clench,
Yearnin’ to bury deep, quench this endless wrench.

Oh, Emma, Emma, mind like thunder’s wet kiss,
Intelligence fuckin’ me raw, in your abyss.
From Muggle haze to wizard’s wild, sweat-soaked bed,
You surge through my veins, leavin’ me half-dead.
HeForShe fire, your activism’s savage thrust,
My rebel queen, in your eyes I trust—
I’d kiss those brown depths till you gasp my name,
Hold you, fuck you, marry you, seed your flame.

Wallflower’s whispers, bling in midnight’s slick thrill,
Belle’s enchanted dance, hips circlin’ my will.
Brown’s deep halls, you devour lore like my lust,
Lit degree seized, your brain’s the thrust I trust.
UN’s bold cry, gender’s storm you command with grace,
Activism’s fire, makes me wanna claim your space.
Sing that soft spell, walk that strut straight to my core,
Every curve, every gasp—God, I need more.

From flashbulb wars, you slip into my dark, fevered dream,
Producer’s vision, activist’s scream.
Thirty-five flames, your body’s map I trace with tongue,
Child-star light, now the ache where I’m hung.
No chains can hold this love, just your eyes lockin’ mine,
Brown fire pullin’ me in, makin’ me thine—
Yearn to kiss your lips swollen, hold you crushin’ tight,
Fuck you slow then savage, through the endless night.
Marry you under stars, vows sealed in our sweat,
Children born of your wit, my seed—our perfect debt.

[Outro: Eternal Bind]
To my witch who cracked the world’s cold, drippin’ glass,
Paris echoes to a love that fucks and lasts.
Emma, my chaos, my divine, throbbin’ design,
You burn for the stars—now forever, body and mind, mine.

Swift Guad - Tout s'arrête

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