Poem

A glance, a nod, a sigh, a smile
A touch, a spark, a precious while

The warmth of your body, your breath on my skin
Fleshly desire, passion and sin

Feeling, sensing, smelling, tasting
No seeing, thinking, reason or having

Two souls and bodies in perfect embrace
With heat building up increasing the pace

Bound and helpless, surrending to pleasure
Your hot love invading my treasure

Shivering, squirming, screaming for release
Your pace and strengh increase

Tension, heat and angels singing
Body asking, wanting, tingling

Shear exctasy washing over me
No then or there, just you and me
The purest sensation there could be
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