Interview With Pure Passion Poem by Joshua Mccoy

My heart starts to race when you get close to me.
You tenderly kiss my lips and my knees get weak.
You dropp to your knees in front of me and I almost faint from pleasure.
You stroke me by touching me with fingers in motion and I moan your name from the depths of my throat in pure joy.
When you are going down on me, the world around me becomes a blur, making your beauty vibrant and irresistibly hard not to hold you down while in heavy action up until I go numb with happiness and bliss in this paradise.
Your thrusting engulfs me completely in and ends with a bone tingling orgasmic release.
You put me in long term heat just by being next to you.
In a pitch black room were clothes are on the floor and metal springs painfully squeak and windows are fogged up by overwhelming steam and low pitched moans are echoed to the neighbors through the walls along with the rhythmic banging of a headboard carving out deep groves in the same spot repeatedly:

With wrists tied to the bedposts, is where you will be found after eight days of nonstop captivity.