Saturday, February 13, 2010

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He makes time stand still
Responsibilities lose significance
The mundane becomes erotic
All that exists is a breath, a word, a whimper

He embodies sex and sensuality
Power radiates from his being
Lust smolders in his eyes
He draws me into deviant depths

Bodies mold into one flesh
Mouths seal with moist heat
Marks are left on the physical
Memories brand the soul

His love is tangible
Intimacy unsurpassed
The void is filled
I am no longer incomplete

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