The caress of her lips teased him madly,
He tasted her nectar and drank her in deep,
He touched the silky texture of her skin
He felt the draw and the needing
Reaching up from inside him,
Like a passionate flame
If she did not feel the same,
It would drive him insane.
He needed her whole being
To consume and corrupt,
In an incandescent fire of unadulterated love and lust.
fauxcroft 
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