Anticipating the essence of passion:
The very embodiment of sensation,
The most sacred gift of all nature,
Through which fervent emotion flourishes.
To touch, to gently sift across skin,
To allow the strength of temptation to cease,
And let the force be felt through tense heat.
The flow of sweat, the overwhelming wetness
The rush of blood, electrifying every nerve
The melodic rhythm of each thrusting movement
Swimming through the mood and through each other.
Pulsating against each other’s hips,
Grabbing waists, pulling the source
The origin of satisfaction: toward the hunger.
The desire, the hunger, the need to flood the other:
With pleasure, playful pain, breathless arousal.
The craving ever needing to devour.
Devour. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
Forgetting all other sensations, lost in powerful lust
Mouths open. A Curious tongue ventures
Across her lips, her neck, her breasts, her stomach.
Lower and lower.
Reaching her muscles quenching his thirst
The sensitivity sending out jolts of untamable moans.
His hands dripping down the curves of her thighs,
The motions overflow across their trembling bodies
Her want is his, and with such gentle power
His movements ripple fiery adoration through her body.
Pushing, pulling, repetition overtakes
Thrusting inward, regretfully letting out,
Slowly moving inward again, holding to savor
The quivering muscles being toyed with beg for more.
Both holding on tighter – wanting only for it to last.
The forces they both feel begin to show signs of
Eruption.
The groans and waves of bursting liquids
Fill the atmosphere and ambience of the darkness
The aura of lustrous satisfaction will forever
Be hungered for.

 
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