I love being tied up with you with fingers locked and wrapped in love as if in a laced pattern that feeds emotions coming alive and takes control of gratified hormones as seconds tick and patience sinlges out true intensions showing interest to please a pleasure worth the time rolling in an complex battle for the top that has two victories fighting for the right to feel a climax like no other as yours vs. Mine in an act so passionate sweat dances around puddles forming on the bed beneath that squeeks with orgasms moaning deeper than fantasies trying to breathe a gasp of survival from the heat exhaled from the lungs as if the inner most cravings boil with perfection made for a god that fills our surroundings with more than the temperature of air rising with the sun in the early morning chasing away the night in which got away from us I believe way to fucking soon.
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