You touched my tongue,
With yours – blending buds,
Kindling minds, racing worlds,
Unifying two lovers – one body.
Tongues wrestled violently,
Fluidly, in fluid –
Juice flowed, fluidity rousing –
Endorphin storms erupted.
Hearts raged, blood gorged
Cock, clit, tit.
– desperate –
Found their feelings,
Feeling up, squeezing, sliding,
Rubbing, working, fingers fiddling.
Lungs breathed – sighing, rushing,
Panting, huffing, heaving
– ciliated turmoil.
Hearts worked harder,
Forcing blood torrents;
Whirlpool minds raced,
Blinded, careless, caring, daring.
Clothes faded, cast out – jetsam.
Skin flesh moulded, melded,
Oh to split! For
Inner flesh wanted in.
Rounded mounds flirted nipples
At the lips;
Phallus begging, forcing, pushing;
Ripples crossing skin dunes
The Quake of Coming, coming,
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