Passion
Twisting, burning, throbbing.
A growing pulse of need.
A clouding haze aches.
Touching, kissing, and caressing.
Licking, nipping, and sipping.
Wanting it to never end.
Soaring high, flying, gliding.
Plummeting in ecstasy.
Creating a Nirvana, a cloud of heaven.
It all is amazing
All addictive and it calls to you.
Are you going to deny it.
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