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May 2019
I feel the heat coursing across my skin,
Like rivers across the earth, The blood burns beautifully through each vessel,
Turing my skin from white to blood blushed red as the fire of our passion reaches ever higher.
I feel the power in your muscles,
Coiling and bunching with tension then relaxing, I hear your heart dancing in a frenzied tempo until the tempo climaxes and we're left panting.
Then the sweat cools to pools and our muscles quiver in ecstasy,
When we can breath again enough to kiss this cycle starts again,
Lust so pure it may never be love,
But this rhythm between us is greater than love.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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