Thrist Poem by Resa Lynn

Thrist



This thirst, this desire
That sets my heart on fire
Hands on my hips
Finally our lips,
have met,
Now my heart has set.
Moving in closer, our bodies mend as one.
Baby, let's have some fun.
Your fingers trace ever inch you can,
wer screaming eachothers name.
This is no time for games.
As we lay purely together.
It seems as wre making love forever.
I never want this urge to end
It's like a beautiful message to send

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