The sounds are astounding
My mind is completely at its wits end
The scents of our bodies
The compassion
Unison
****** and powerful intakes
The many desires are out spoken
Pain strikingly pleasurably
Stopping is impossible
Rapid thumps
This is serious
Becoming over the top
The gasps become groans
The sounds become screams
Names
We are climbing
The ******
The ground shaking truth
The beautiful
sensual release of it all
Our minds become faint
Our bodies now in a exhausted state
The heart is pounding
We drift
Into a seducing slumber
Until we wake again
For another addicting ******
******
Leon Wolf
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
The sounds are astounding
My mind is completely at its wits end
The scents of our bodies
The compassion
Unison
****** and powerful intakes
The many desires are out spoken
Pain strikingly pleasurably
Stopping is impossible
Rapid thumps
This is serious
Becoming over the top
The gasps become groans
The sounds become screams
Names
We are climbing
The ******
The ground shaking truth
The beautiful
sensual release of it all
Our minds become faint
Our bodies now in a exhausted state
The heart is pounding
We drift
Into a seducing slumber
Until we wake again
For another addicting ******
******
Leon Wolf
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