Ecstasy

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Whispers of pleasure, moans of delight

As we surrender to the ecstasy, in the soft glow of moonlight

No rules, no boundaries, just the raw, primal urge

Two hearts beating as one, on this carnal surge


Bodies moving in rhythm, a chaotic, beautiful mess

Lost in the moment, consumed by the fiery caress

No words needed, just the language of touch


As we explore each other, in this intimate rush

And when the climax comes, a burst of pure bliss

We collapse into each other, in a state of pure abyss

Wrapped in the aftermath, a tangled, sweaty mess

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