Every
touch and every stroke, driving me to heights
Meant
just for this, for tangled bodies racing towards their bliss.
On
and on, your hunger and my passion climbing.
Tight,
Trembling,
quaking, slick and hungry—I yield to your kiss.
I
want you deep inside of me, to satisfy desires,
Oblige
my need, plunge into me and
Nudge
me closer, drive me wild.
It
stirs, it sparks, it crests within me, waves upon the sand,
Now
increasing, now escaping—God, I feel it there!
My
body—arching—welcoming each thrust, yes—deeper—please!
Out
of breath, I moan for you, my wordless, thankful prayer.
Taut
as you explode in me, each shudder, each release
Inciting
me still further, driving quaking passion mad,
Overthrowing
senses in crescendoing demand,
Naked
pleasure echoing and grand.
(Special thanks to Mae West for this one.
Why?
I have my reasons.)
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