Beneath a flaxen shade
Hide
Her eyes
So open, so
Burning
Questioning challenge
Will you come close
Or be consumed
By the fire
Rising higher
As her
Truth lies open
Behind the rush
Strong pulsing
The heated crush
Cascade
From soft skin
Longing for
The tracing touch
To begin
Enchanting along her jaw
So strong, while
Pink lips go rogue
The beckoning wait
The tilted neck
Inviting
The trace
Along her cheek
Begins
The caress of her neck
As he moves
To close
The unbearably short distance
Between his lips
And hers
Where friction
From
The burning heat
Increases desires burn
That ignites
Into an malestom
Just moments before
The unquenchable fire
Begun
To rival the sun
Upon contact
Beneath a flaxen shade
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