Your touch makes me quiver, my flesh begins to burn
I ache for your lips on mine, to show you what it's like to urn.
Your taste lingers for hours and I realize with great magnitude
I've become addicted to your every facet, you're my perfect soul, always in the mood.
You tease my senses and keep me on the edge
While the fever takes hold, I'll be yours forever, this I pledge.
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3am Love Poems
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