The remix starts
Pulsing gentle, throb carried beat
Slight movements destiny drawn
Charging course, supple heat
Burn soft eternal, flowed though
veins
Where simple surging passion
Devoured all that remained
Nagel eyes crafted held hidden hope
Tensions dilated dark mystery
Dangling from rope
Of secret tantalization
A hidden touch, so far,
So near
So… so… close
Furious sleep
The twist, the turn
How long could she burn
While
Nocturnal visits
Dreams unspoken
Churned
Cutting silken glide
Through oozing heat
As passion dripped
Caught by a friction
In the sweltering static
Of the primal burn
So primal
So burning
Reflecting forging fission
In heaving swells of the molten
seas
Fuming simmer revision
Of languages unspoken
Burned fierce
Frozen
Savage soul
This definitely describes a memory of primal grunts, grinds and gyrations. Makes "...me wanna go huh!"
ReplyDeleteHopefully the same muse who inspired this work, well... hopefully she remembered as well.
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