My thoughts frequent passion
under night's crescent moon,
the soft touch of a companion,
thus so begins the swoon.
A tight squeeze and body heat,
firm pressure below,
deep rhythms cause chasms
of orgasms to flow.
Honest lies whispered sweet,
hearts race within a beat,
to a release so intense
our fingers clinch before the fall,
Gods name said in vain,
bodies left in an Awe!
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