A soft kiss
A tender touch,
The magical feel
We need so much,
A guided hand
That tingles skin,
Forever teasing
And always tempting,
And breath hightens
Followed by moans,
Feeling our body owned
Then as bodies arch,
Quiver then shake
Writhing in climax
Leaving sweat in its wake,
We cry and beg for more,
As a wave rips through
In an orgasmic roar.
fauxcroft 
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