Aching loins called out his name
Raspy ragged breath, steam on the pane
Lips frozen in a sigh
of volcanic proportions
As sharp incisors sank into the flesh of my nape
His flickering tongue raping my lobes
Exquisite copper tastes of red wine
As his lips sought out mine
Parting them with the ease of a God
Parting the seas.
Scent of wanting was all I could breathe
As eager hands cupped breasts to gently tease
Was this Heaven or Hell
I could not tell
I did not care which.
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