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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bright and nearly obsidian were his eyes whose incredible warmth drank me in. He touched my face (his gaze unwavering) as exquisitely he began to paint my sweetest sin. The esctasy inside me was building. It was like no other feeling that I knew. Sable were his lovely silken locks of hair, which with unbridled pleasure I ran my fingers through. His eyelashes brushed lightly against mine. How beautiful and long those lashes were. My stomach was a storm of butterflies. Oh, what sensations in me that young man could stir! The simmering of his lust I reveled in when at last, his luscious mouth met mine. I was seething too beneath my skin, and passion-parched was I with madness divine. I drank him in like absinthe. Inhibitions fled. Every particle inside me was filled with heat. My body quaked, but how I relished the ache. My deepest desire had never seemed so sweet. Like a twilight’s crimson and persimmon, we melded into one. In a sizzling frenzy we became immersed. Scintillating stars appeared. All else disappeared. We traveled to another galaxy where the stars all burst. Oh, the wonder of madness that can be divine. Crazy love it was (were it real love at all). I climbed passion’s highest peak, and then I let myself be engulfed in the froth of its plunging waterfall.
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