Grip Of Desire
By squeezing you a little tighter,
It makes our love burn even brighter.
Your touch is the fire igniter,
For that prize, I'm the fighter.
My fingers tracing your every curve,
Forcing a breath not to lose my nerve.
Two souls entrusted without reserve,
A precious gift I do not deserve.
Moving forward with steady devotion,
Standing fast through all commotion.
Time forever lost in pure emotion,
We're skin to skin lost in quiet motion.
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