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There was something that made him desire her

Something he could not define but he needed her,

Craved her body, her warmth, her energy

Desired her on him, under him, begging him,

Moaning, sighing, screaming, crying as they worked their bodies in time

He wanted her both in body and in mind,

Though she was with another man who he was too aligned

But that drove his desire more and she knew and ached for him to,

And both in unspoken truth knew that one day they would peruse ,

The heat of sensual, passionate bonds,

Wild and without bounds of which they both longed.