Her eyes speak volumes
The depth of passion
Vibrates beneath her skin
Her lips tremble
When we touch
As she mirrors the murmurs of my lust
And moans a collective sigh
We are piano keys playing harmoniously
We are every instrument played
We are every song sung
We are a duet between lovers
She exhales into me
Her breath leaves a residue of passion on my tongue
Before tracing my insides
I crave her like cocaine
2 comments:
it is beautiful and describes a passion very rare... hold on to it and if by chance it's yours to keep...hold tight...
thanxxx men that's the piece I was looking for
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