Passion
Silken movements as quiet as the Edges of Dusk.
Parching lips.
Swaying hips.
The soft allure of Night jasmine, upon soft nylon.
Sinuous stance.
Sultry glance.
Elegant as the Lady at court. A blink. A second. A Third.
Feral Lust.
Yes we must.
Heaven’s calling for eternity. Pleasure mixed among the stars.
Sins to confess.
Quiet Caress.
Instinctive primeval laws. Always to be obeyed. Always to be.
Unplug the phone, Love.
Quiet the moan, Love.
Hour upon Hour of shifting limbs. Crippling the body, and sent to tears.
Much Deeper to sink.
Almost to the brink.
Gasp among twilight, and shiver upon sand beds.
Scream the Desire.
Will just fan the fire.
The peak’s within sight, rushing towards both. Looming…
Strain to be heard.
A whispered word.
“I love you”
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