Gathering of word's..
lust..
touching....
beating hearts.
Becoming one unit..
fantasy becomes reality..
Eyes closed..
heart open..
my legs crumble in absolute pleasure..
Please don't be a dream. Electric power at the seems.
Thunder storms and anarchy could happen and our arms would not separate!
Joyous celebration of the passionate embrace..
don't take it away from this breathtaking moment.
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
