little death

breath is warm upon my neck, your hands start a fire i cant control

i rake my fingers down your back, all your inhibitions you let go

you wrap your legs around me and slowly take me deep inside

your passions heat surrounds me as our two souls collide

sweat mingling, short of breath, our bodies ache to be set free

desire exploding, this little death, hearts spilled out in ecstasy

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