A Passionate Rebirth

Languorus strokes trace the texture and curves, the heat gently burns deep in the pit of my soul Wooing areola the tip of your tongue glides to its target teasing tips to a frenzy All reason flees as straps feather, brushed lightning dimples my arms I am lost in desire I'm a slave to need, the langer presses urgency in its pulse a spark ignites as passion collides, arising to your mouth lips fire the flames Undressing my soul I again loss control, my vow to never again is lost to passions spin Languishing light tips the veils of morn, a day of rest awaits and I feel newly born