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My eyes explore every curve. I surrender to desire Tides of passion consumes me Rushed by lust, Your flame inspires the fire. Fingertips dance. Tongues caress. Bodies mould together Beguiled by your scent Enslaved by your kiss Your sensual feast, The sweet taste, of heat and honey. We move in rhythm In race to ecstasy In fevered motion, sweat drips Lost in sensual devotion, nails across skin, your weight on my hips. Then, the quickening, Our bodies surge, breathless, entwined Every inch of you perfect Every inch divine.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
The Quickening
My eyes explore every curve. I surrender to desire Tides of passion consumes me Rushed by lust, Your flame inspires the fire. Fingertips dance. Tongues caress. Bodies mould together Beguiled by your scent Enslaved by your kiss Your sensual feast, The sweet taste, of heat and honey. We move in rhythm In race to ecstasy In fevered motion, sweat drips Lost in sensual devotion, nails across skin, your weight on my hips. Then, the quickening, Our bodies surge, breathless, entwined Every inch of you perfect Every inch divine.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
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