Under a blanket of fire
My tension builds up.
There isn't a moment, a single touch can flaw.
The thought of you, burns deep inside,
The want of you, I cannot hide.
You stroke my hair,
Kiss my neck.
You stop for a glance,
Can see my desire, through my eyes.
Your gentle hands slip up my thigh,
Inwards of me, and you see a reply.
Your finger tips stroll along my stomach,
Slowly going down, grasping my hips.
The amount of you, I feel within,
Our eyes meet while we join in this sin.
Our lustful encounter begins to take place,
My wrists locked tight beneath your warming hands.
You grip tighter as time goes on,
I moan at the sensation of you and the seize of your touch.
With no more baring, no more patience,
Never will there be a moment like this.
Estranged by the way you have me tensed,
A feeling so pure, can never be flawed.
 
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