4 June 2012
The softness of your lips tasting mine, Your warmth enhances each moment. Fingers, arms, legs, all limbs entwine, Racing pulses, bursting hearts spent. That two can be as one, lost in time, Burning, wet with passion's lament. Towering waves tempestuously subside, Intoxicated, delivered without relent. To fulfil love's inexhaustible design, All pleasures from exertion meant. Now motionless, elevated to the skies, Tamed, carefree and Heaven sent.
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