Can you hear the gentle trickling of a nearby stream?
Does it make you long to be that free?
Can you feel it's beautiful cool as it runs through your toes?
Do you dream of submerging yourself in it away from the intense heat i feel flowing beneath your skin?
Can you taste the salt on your lips as you run your tongue over their plump fullness?
Would you like me to kiss those lips and drink my full of you?
Do you hear the crashing of the ocean against your moans of pleasure?
Do you want to ride that wave to its highest peak?
Can you feel my fingers inside you pulling you under?
Can you feel my pleasure as I taste yours?
Can you whisper my name that way just once more?
Can you touch me like its the last time we will belong to each other like this?
Can you kiss me like it's the last kiss?
As we make love as a proclaimation to the world.
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