the tenderness of her passion of jus wanting to feel alive is a treat if there ever was one... loosened to the sensitivities of her touch my skin craves her nerve opened to my luv... tempted to tease a source of pleasure before our clothes ever come off... it's her i cannot resist as my heart for her has something so raw... playing out before my eyes capturing the image of life willing to be had... looking at me as if there is no one else to ease thoughts crawling the mind with my sharing her lily pad... set on an emotional guarantee reaching for me no matter the situation coming to light... creating a desires unmatched by what is no longer an option for everything else has lost its hype... n as she leans in to me i soften for her to land... face on my bared chest so nothing is ever in between us in some sort of dreamland... catering to sighs that know we have it to share as luv has broke free from likes... without a doubt there's a trust unmentioned for we've found our type... one that's stop to claim a real thing awaiting a lifetime of trembles felt by fingertips... vibing to our own rhythm as our true intent is tasted upon honest lips... going deeper than nights ever shall allow two to come undone... with bodies exposed n pressed against the purist understanding that the longing is to fulfill words hushed... listening to how the connectivity lingers on a bounce of the walls... it's her that completes the missing pieces within as further we cannot help but to fall...
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