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quaking tongues
feverish kisses
caress trembling, famished flesh,
rippling heat-waves
between our thighs
a need within, aches skin for skin --
I feel you slipping inside, throbbing
along the contours of my spine . . .
you thrust harder, deeper,
escalating
cries of pleasure
until we are drenched,
steaming earthy vapours,
we slide further into rhythmic pulses
flowing together,
creating new plateaus
for future surrenders --
arching the hunger within our souls,
sacred veins
sprawl
from the tips of our tongues,
renewing our eternal vows
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