Passion and the Wine.
As she lays here beside me.
Her black hair is slightly mused.
Ruby lips that pout before me.
I know are full of lust.
Inviting me to join her in her passion and her wine.
She tries hard to excite me.
She can do it every time.
So soft and tender to my fingers.
Hidden pleasures that I find.
Life goes on around us.
To this world we might seem blind.
No sense of time invades us.
Only climax brings an end.
Not wanting to withdraw from her.
My lover and my friend.
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