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Rekindled

Mmmm...

I love the way you look at me,
with those deep, passionate eyes;
as if you are undressing me, all
of the way down to my very soul.

You look so enticing, donning
red lipstick to match your sexy
garments. Your silken curves caressed
by the shadows, kissed by the light,
seemingly switching and swaying to
the beat of my heart.

I cannot help but to throb, and
pulse, and breathe deeply as
you tease me from afar. You have
me in the palm of your hand, and
we have not even touched yet...

Slowly, you make your way to me,
prancing and strutting, since
you know my eyes are locked on
every sexy curve. My hands placed
on the bed, you lean in for a kiss...
then pull away, leaving me in torturous
want.

You push me back, and pin my shoulders
to the bed, hovering your lips over mine.
My breath reflects my growing desire, as
it sharpens and deepens.

Straddling me, with a smile on your face,
you run your nails up and down my chest,
and begin to slightly gyrate, with your
garments against mine.

The friction causes temperatures to escalate,
and soon only the fires of passion hold
dominion here...

I cannot think, breathe, or taste of anything
but you. Soon, all of the flames culminate
into an inferno of maddening desire, inducing
soul rending eruptions of long awaited erotic bliss.

In the ashes of the aftermath, we writhe and twitch,
with eyes still locked in lustful intent;
glistening with sweat, bathed in euphoria,
we prepare to delve again into the all devouring
blaze...