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It’s not the “if”but the “when”, That idea humming in the Back of your mind- The question echoing In hushed tones, on repeat- when will I succumb To the ache to be Consumed, primally, Viscerally, again, To be muscle and nerve, Sinew and synapse, To exist only as breath and bliss- To let thought and process Dissolve under his touch? That siren song Is not yours alone- It reverberates through my hungry Frame, my five senses Alert and famished- Overwhelming me with An irresistible longing To take, to own, to possess- That urgent call- our bodies electric, alive with An unrelenting Desire, flexing like a heartbeat- Burning for the other side of Midnight- when our Breathing becomes harmony- And sensibility bows to pure sensation.
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Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
The other side of midnight
It’s not the “if”but the “when”, That idea humming in the Back of your mind- The question echoing In hushed tones, on repeat- when will I succumb To the ache to be Consumed, primally, Viscerally, again, To be muscle and nerve, Sinew and synapse, To exist only as breath and bliss- To let thought and process Dissolve under his touch? That siren song Is not yours alone- It reverberates through my hungry Frame, my five senses Alert and famished- Overwhelming me with An irresistible longing To take, to own, to possess- That urgent call- our bodies electric, alive with An unrelenting Desire, flexing like a heartbeat- Burning for the other side of Midnight- when our Breathing becomes harmony- And sensibility bows to pure sensation.
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M/Colorado
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
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