Screams Freedom



Lips kiss, nape of neck
Tiny hairs’ stand on end
Tingles mingle, thoughts express
The scent from heat, steamy wet
Arms embrace a hold to state
This want is craved, craved, craved

Spin around, face to face
Lips on lips, for a taste
Drink pressed wine, of ecstasy’ fire
Lifting senses, drunk on passions dire
Sensuous touch infuses the air
Making love with care, care, care

Raptures throes that flip and bend
Muscles ache, can you comprehend
When held so tight that vessels swell
Blood, heated, boiling, overwhelmed
An urge to release screams freedom
As we come, come, come

Ax

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