Love making is so much fun,
Baby, can we do it again?
I'm not the type to be one and done,
Boy, we gotta do it again.
Together, we create a symphony,
Our bodies entwined in perfect harmony.
Passion flows through every touch,
Igniting sparks that we can't clutch.
From tender whispers to wild caress,
Our souls entangled, no need to confess.
In this dance of intimacy, we explore,
Unveiling desires like never before.
The rhythm of our bodies takes control,
Love's crescendo, a sensation untold.
Time stands still as we embrace,
Lost in the euphoria that love's embrace.
So here we are, craving more,
Yearning to unlock this eternal door.
Love making is our shared ecstasy,
Let's surrender to its sweet complexity.
Baby, can we do it again?
I'm not the type to be one and done,
Boy, we gotta do it again,
For our love, a passionate rerun.
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Love Notes
PoetryJust a glimpse into my life through my lenses. This book is a compilation of love stories that capture my inner deepest thoughts and desires. Each frame tells a different tale, filled with moments of vulnerability, passion, and longing. From stolen...
