Is it only about the ravenous forms?
Or do souls recognize each other’s storms,
Where one craves the zealous heart,
The other leaves her screaming afar.
The depth of him inside her own,
She holds the universe in her moans,
Each thrust that deepens in her core,
She screams his name and drinks him galore.
Hands know no boundaries,
Two bodies become demanding,
The heat that travels from her lips,
Dives deep into the throws of desires amid.
The embers shy away as she screams his name,
The want grows and he makes sure she lays,
He owns her like the skies does the twinkling stars,
Baby, love is to be made and not spoken about.
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