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Turning the Tables

Your silken strands drape
shadows to obscure my vision

Wine drips sweet from your lips
and I fight to catch each drop

I'm drunk, too weak to run
so helpless to think clearly

I feel you slip me into eternity
so wet, so warm , so deep

My heart pounds mercilessly
Release me, let me breathe

You won't stop as determination
to posses me consumes you

Desire for you surges through my veins
and I drive my heart deep into your soul

Moans escape your lips as
our bodies mate in unbreakable passion

I feel you surrender to me tight in my arms.
Shivering, shaking and spent..... You are now mine