Burning lips
The simmering
Building boil
So hot
So Wet
Within
Had waited for so long
Until the promise of his touch
Arrived in the half-light
Of Twilight
His burning lean
Met
Her gentle press
Embracing the push of his desire
With warm promise
She drank fully
From his longing
A smoldering fire
Leapt to life
As blood rushed
Pressed by the pulse
Of a yearning flow
Eagerly awaiting
The promise
Of his touch
Hands strong, soft, and slow
Begin the trace
Rising from the grace
Of her slender hips
While
Lips full and ripe
Closed the smallest of spaces
To feel the flame
Of the touch
Of the other
Hands caressed
Her honey hair
As she pressed
The small of his back
Pulling his body into hers
Longing to match
The furious speech
Of burning lips
Raptly consuming while continuing
to create
The burning desire
Hands continued trace down
Soft brush
Following along the line
While his palm created the
electricity
Generated by the gentle rub
Of pressing points of desire
Burning lips
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