Pre-Sex Passion
He
platonic as can be
only love
in his mind
enters passion's
room, unknowing of the
lust
contained in whom
was tempted by the door
as shoulders stroke
lightly
She
restrained by civility
now freed by passion
has indecent thoughts
gushing, body parts
flaring, her wet
tongue pouring
she stalks towards him
on a prowl for her meal
skin dragged by
desire
pulling her
inch by inch
He
gradually feels
tender hands
seductively slithering
from his back
by his arm
then his chest
to his abs
and his waist
he moans
in sheer pleasure
enticed
he turns to her
weak and limp
yet firmly erect
She
inhales his violent kiss
melts from
searching fingers seeking
sex
heart beating out
of her breast
pants desperately for
air
never so eager is she
to be violated
head to toe
He and she
remove frantically their
sinful clothes
distressed as
milliseconds go by
untouched
uncared
unspoiled
genitals await fulfillment
of purpose
passion
grows more intense
and
at last
They
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