Eyes hungrily drink in every pore;
Each peak, and valley slowly discovered.
Shallow breaths,hands clenched;
Nerves twitch, as anticipation mounts.

Lips dry, throats filled
With a harsh groan.
Wanting more than a gentle touch;
Needing my mouth, my tongue

My teeth,
My wanton ways, consuming her.
Incendiary liquid racing
Through our veins as

Mouths meet,
Flames building as
Passion smolders in her eyes.
Tentative touches no more.


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