It's the touch
it's the thrill,
the way I surrender
to your will,
the way I fall
at your feet,
the way our
our eyes lustily meet;
It's the stirring,
it's the game,
the way I feel
as you whisper my name,
a feeling beyond compare
as your fingers tangle in my hair.
It's the sweat
It's the heat,
my surrender,
my defeat.
This is passion's finest hour,
moments we must devour.
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