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Quenched

Open your eyes  
to know that all is real..  
All that you taste and    
all that you feel.  
   
I shall take of you    
as if you are mine...  
All of you... body  
soul and mind.  
   
To know your flesh  
is so bittersweet...  
To know all of heaven  
and cannot keep.  
   
In each kiss and every  
touch we share...  
Your face...your hair..  
How I am taken there.  
   
Your eyes shining with  
a passion so deep...  
Giving away the  
secrets they keep.  
   
Desires felt as those    
browns meld to mine...  
In both pairs are seen  
a lustful design.  
   
My mouth and hands  
savor all of you...  
Tongue and lips survey  
in circles too.  
   
Your skin so delicious    
sticks to my lips...  
Hands slowly trace    
every curve to hips.  
   
In each breath  
your scent taken in...  
Just cannot breathe    
enough of you in.  
   
Warm blood pulses  
quickly filling my vein...  
My need for your wet  
I cannot contain.  
   
The feel of your nails    
scribing in your name...  
My teeth marking you  
as mine just the same.  
   
My every craving...every  
dirty thought...  
Is satisfied with  
each lesson taught.  
   
Fucking you with  
such pent up desire...  
You riding this cock  
harder and higher.  
   
One hand on your waist  
the other on your spine...  
You rolling your hips    
in rhythmic grind.  
   
Hair falling across a  
sweat drenched face...  
Taking every inch    
in that tight hot space.  
   
Screams to Heaven  
while riding like Hell...  
Eyes meeting mine with  
deep looks that tell.  
   
Deep thrusts filling  
your hungry wet need...  
Nails into chest...  
beginning to bleed.  
   
Your moans and your  
voice calling my name...  
My growls and groans  
returning the same.  
   
Feeling your warmth  
drench upon me...  
As I am satisfied    
in you deeply.  
   
Our wants and needs  
momentarily quenched...  
Between white sheets  
that we have left drenched
knot2much
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