passion

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my lips

soft like a flower

wilting against your touch

your taste

like water in the desert

submission

giving ones soul to the other

heat

need pouring out of our bodies

pleasure

the desire to feel ecstasy

passion

love and need combining as we intertwine

sweat drips as our hearts race

the pinnacle

the moment our hearts give out

we are one

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