The sad and pathetic truth
Would be that the feeblest
Yet most affective form of
Reassurance known to her
Is one of the most deadly
Sins to ever be known.

Lust.

She feels longing from your body
Flowing through hers like heat
Radiating off of sand in a
Dehydrating atmosphere.
Sucking all doubt from within
And creating a craving for more.

Her body arches and quivers
When your fingertips glide across.
You treat her delicately.
Just as if you thought, perhaps,
She was the most divine creature
Ever to be born unto this Earth.

And as your skin touches hers
And your breath on her neck
Gives her shivers down her being,
All hesitation to be completely
Consumed and loved by you
Dissolve into nothingness.

 
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