Poetry Met Sex
You make me melt, as your demanding spirit takes utter control of me. You ever so passionately rub your fingers down my back, my skin takes you to an ocean with the smoothest sand, it enchanted you with every breath of me. If I were a peace offering you would have demolished me. We were beyond sex, no it was love. You gripped me ever so softly and said soon this beauty will be us. The things you say to me, without a blink. We are ever so fluid this phenomenal thing can’t be happening. Is it a dream? Are we laying with each other under satin sheets? Can we cascade down to a paradise invented just for us, enclaves of trust. This experience was planned not by us. You carefully chose me. That genius love, embrace me.
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