The heat, the passion,
The torment of clothing that binds.
Ripping and tearing past every shred that lies in the way of pure ecstasy.
Our bodies shifting, molding, and entangling together in one.
A passionate rhythm begins as I hear our screams getting fainter in my mind.
The forbidden fruit of our love being taken and given in a lustful rage.
And I feel the penetration
The tiny beads of sweat intensifying between our bodies.
The taste of you, so sweet, so pure,
So sinfully delicious.
As the heat explodes through my head and tingles past every nook,
I quiver, and you quiver, inside.
That moment, our moment,
Now satisfied

03/04/2002

Posted on 03/04/2002
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