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She felt his manly being,

Filling her whole,

Felt the essence of his love as it flowed.

Felt the feminine vessel,

That was her body as it engorged,

And vibrantly ready to explode.

She felt his light, enter her soul

As the flames and heat which

Started to flush her skin 

And as the frequency reached higher,

And stoked the fire of her desire,

All that could be heard, was the sound

Of her gasping.

Was this love?

Or was this lust?

Or was this something spiritual

The descended from above,

She did not know,

But when she felt the flow,

She also felt

The introduction of new life,

For which she craved, as much as she craved for him.