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Lustice
Desperate thoughts saturated with desire,
impale our consciousness.
Sense tampered by passions,
coinciding with lust.
Puncturing my confines
with the necessity of touch,
working intensely against us
forcing our nature,
persuading the indulgences
of our minds.
While
consuming our flesh,
as they coincide with
the irresistible forces of nature.
In anticipation of your passage,
Desire swells my impulsive vessel.
Temptation emerges effortlessly
Allured,
revealing emotions,
submerged in inclinations.
Within our destitute,
I am ravaged by seduction.
The
moment is present,
savored by every second;
every morsel of our beings,
stripped of reason,
our impulses devoured our senses.
My body cascading your canvas,
seeking your embrace.
Words mean nothing.
Bodies soliciting reactions,
That only touch can allude,
fulfilling sensations of fulfillment.
As the warmth of your contours seep,
deep beneath the realm of my loins.
Fixated by the tantalizing whispers
of pain that
translate to pleasure.
While throws of satisfaction
Relinquish my anguish.
No longer plucking at
the sanctity of my sanity.
impale our consciousness.
Sense tampered by passions,
coinciding with lust.
Puncturing my confines
with the necessity of touch,
working intensely against us
forcing our nature,
persuading the indulgences
of our minds.
While
consuming our flesh,
as they coincide with
the irresistible forces of nature.
In anticipation of your passage,
Desire swells my impulsive vessel.
Temptation emerges effortlessly
Allured,
revealing emotions,
submerged in inclinations.
Within our destitute,
I am ravaged by seduction.
The
moment is present,
savored by every second;
every morsel of our beings,
stripped of reason,
our impulses devoured our senses.
My body cascading your canvas,
seeking your embrace.
Words mean nothing.
Bodies soliciting reactions,
That only touch can allude,
fulfilling sensations of fulfillment.
As the warmth of your contours seep,
deep beneath the realm of my loins.
Fixated by the tantalizing whispers
of pain that
translate to pleasure.
While throws of satisfaction
Relinquish my anguish.
No longer plucking at
the sanctity of my sanity.
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