The air grows thick with desire, deep enough to taste.
Our breath mingles, our eyes entertwine.
In my heart your soul lingers,
with my hair wrapped around your finger.
A gentile rope pulling me in,
to the end of want where need begins.
The fruit of your mouth stirs a hunger,
under my skin.
WIth the night closing in,
blanketed by a storm I fear I'll never find again.
Flowing like the silky blackness we are melted in
Molded by a passion, I dare not resist.
Reflected by the shadows of a sweet sin.
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