it is when your lips landed on my neck
the way you grope my breasts
already brought me to heavenmaking me moan
craving for more
my head in a fuzzygiving in to pleasure
trembling of ecstasy
breathing in heroinlicking my earlobes
shivering of sensual tension
lead me to orgasmsavoring the moment
guilt forgotten
living in tormentdevouring me with kisses
as i lock you up in between
for you to not stop giving me everything
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.