I remembered the gleam in your eyes,
shining brilliance. Fascination,
hot on my lips, ached for your
stimulation – craving your firey touch.
Seer my skin with Passion’s blaze.
Sweet seduction! I lost control,
putty in your skilled hands. Quivers
of sensual release, flooded torrents,
sparks endulating instinctual chemistry;
primal lust turned into making love,
intensity escaped evaluation.
Happiness would’ve been, laying
skin on skin, surrendering to mutual
wander, till the moon shown again.
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