A sigh, so delicate and tender
That causes my soul to surrender
A moan, so primal, so intense
I swoon as it overcomes all sense.
A caress now softly gliding
Over my feverish skin always sliding
The passion builds and begs for release
But the exquisite torture will not cease.
Twisting, turning, bodies thrashing
Emotions soaring upwards, never crashing
Heated embraces cause the beginning of the end
And, after it all, our hearts do blend.
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