A STORY OF LOVE

On the verge of love and mutual discovery, unveiled, in our secret world;lips to lips, sealed,hearts in passion, pound, ardour's whispers sound; our needs unchain desire,pleasure's fever fans a fire,each flame thrusting higher.In duet's crescendo choir; realisation exceeds hope.

Love,new love floats on thermals of desire that fuel passion’s flight. Kissing,missing minutes become hours from a reservoir of impulses. This need,the longing to give to have to receive,to touch,cuddle and caress.A desire to quench this fire, beyond love only true reciprocity can relieve.

Her hair,sweet beauty’s garland now crowns her face,the fairest found.Eyes,deep pools,silent semaphores.Lips,such perfect petals to welcome a kiss.Soft blossoms to pillow my desire and cushion my caress in passion’s flower.There, to pause awhile enveloped in exctasy draped in tenderness.Her body spoke volumes,her eyes said all there was to say,a signature ot love’s refrain. Endowed by love’s embrace,forever now as one ....beyond.....,beyond emotion’s aurora.

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