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
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