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A Need That’s Not love
Running up the hill of lust
Rushing to get the prize
Tasting the rarified air
Senses on fire
Living in the moment
No thought of the future
It’s pure instinct
Animal desire
Up here there’s no hiding
At the summit of pleasure
Sacrificing love for euphoria
Sweating skin on skin
Naked bodies exuding the sweetest scent
An intoxicating aroma
That never fades
Only gets more addictive
The friction of souls
Demanding so much more
Crying their needs to the moon
It’s gravity pulling at the tide of ecstasy
Rushing to get the prize
Tasting the rarified air
Senses on fire
Living in the moment
No thought of the future
It’s pure instinct
Animal desire
Up here there’s no hiding
At the summit of pleasure
Sacrificing love for euphoria
Sweating skin on skin
Naked bodies exuding the sweetest scent
An intoxicating aroma
That never fades
Only gets more addictive
The friction of souls
Demanding so much more
Crying their needs to the moon
It’s gravity pulling at the tide of ecstasy
Published 4th Oct 2019
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4th Oct 2019 7:01am
4th Oct 2019 11:26am
4th Oct 2019 4:49pm
nice tension here created by the intoxicating rush of the physical v the desperate soul-need for something deeper
guess when the two compliment one another rather than pull in opposite directions, you have the best of both worlds
guess when the two compliment one another rather than pull in opposite directions, you have the best of both worlds
