Feeling the pressure,

Deep within,

Such pleasure just from thought,

Dripping with sin,

Saturated by it,

Eyes rolling back,

Back arching,

Memories of each stroke,

Fingers brushing along my skin,

Grasping thighs,

Tongue tasting,

Words spoken,

Promises made,

Flesh intertwined,

Our signature.

Made in love.

Even in my darkest hour,

Only your voice brightens my skies,

You are my Siren,

So enchanting,

I willingly run to you,

Giving me pleasure and passion,

I’ve never had before,

Pouring over me,

Covering every inch of me,

Til all I can say is your name,

Over and over,

A breathless struggle.

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