Love
We were of a different world for that moment.
Fused into one.
Tasting the salt of each others skin.
Our moans created a symphony of lust.
We bit into each other.
Relishing each others crimson nectar.
Bound by embrace we lay there transfixed.
Our sweat pungent as it drips.
We whisper to each other through our eyes.
The blinding spark in our connection speaks out.
“This, this is love”.
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