BURNING DESIRE

His Tender Lips Blow Hot Breathe Gently Across My Skin

His Beautiful Pink Tongue Hits Contours on My Body That I Didn’t Know I Had…

He Teased Me with a Taste,

So, I Licked Every Drop of Moisture Unfolded by His Fingers Between My Thighs.

Fingers Move on His Naked Ribcage

And I Get to See What I Need Standing Straight

My Soul Was Weakened by the Hunger of His “God Given Weapon”

Buried Deep inside Me as It Tenderly Sowed

And Devoured My Flood Gates of Pleasure and Ecstasy

The Room Was Filled with Aromas of Lust,

And Sheets Covered with Uninterrupted Thrusts.

My Body Was the Sky That He Wanted to Sing into Forever

Because He Knew How to Touch My Chords and Turn Them into a Melody

He Was the Language I Wanted to Speak

So That I Could Be Fluent in the Dialect of His Gaze

And Speak Eloquently the Colloquialism of His Body with Linguistic Flair

She Needed Him in Ways She Found Hard To Explain…

Remember;

The First Time Your Soul Whispered To Mine,

Mine Answered As Though It Already Knew Your Voice;

As Though It Had Always Known The Shape Of Your Name.

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