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the fire that wants to burn
THE FIRE THAT WANTS TO BURN
Some days I need you in sexy lingerie
sucking my cock
taking me to the heaven I need
then watching you in the mirror
while I take you from behind
Some nights
when the world is not going to plan
and the plots make no sense
the only dream that does what no other can
is the fire of passion
when I am inside you
Want to live every fantasy of
sheer abandon to pleasures
in these treasures of sensation
and satisfaction
I have a fire that needs to flame high
in this world
need my pen to trace the skies
my ideas to travel into reality
my purpose to manifest before me
Let my voice make you wet
Let my touch guide you home
Let your orgasm crash like waves on the shore
The hours are just gifts
we often waste in the dust and papers
when we should be wrapped in the arms of love
and wet under the waterfalls
in the paradise of each other
Let me taste the promise of you
Let me see your joy
Let me fire your soul
with love
Stephen
Some days I need you in sexy lingerie
sucking my cock
taking me to the heaven I need
then watching you in the mirror
while I take you from behind
Some nights
when the world is not going to plan
and the plots make no sense
the only dream that does what no other can
is the fire of passion
when I am inside you
Want to live every fantasy of
sheer abandon to pleasures
in these treasures of sensation
and satisfaction
I have a fire that needs to flame high
in this world
need my pen to trace the skies
my ideas to travel into reality
my purpose to manifest before me
Let my voice make you wet
Let my touch guide you home
Let your orgasm crash like waves on the shore
The hours are just gifts
we often waste in the dust and papers
when we should be wrapped in the arms of love
and wet under the waterfalls
in the paradise of each other
Let me taste the promise of you
Let me see your joy
Let me fire your soul
with love
Stephen
Published 5th Nov 2019
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