Align your nights,with your dreams,
swim unbound in her lucid love streams,
make a raft of your sheets,
stay afloat listening to quickening heartbeats.
There are no secrets to hide,
as across her body your temptations glide,
skin touches skin,
tingling from within...
Shiver and slither as a hand rests on her knees,
breaking inhibitions,enacting fantasies,
fingertips and tightened grips,
scratches on your back,red as fresh bitten lips.
Unleased and loud passion,
exposing fears to fashion,
her-an ecstacy unseen,
you-the tear maker..
everytime she wills you to take her.
Invigorating moans and sensations,
like the chanting of holy incantations,
ignoring right and wrong,
let sensation be inspiration..
Can love ever be book bound...
Is passion not the hallowed ground?
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