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The First

Her lips moved as his body consumed her.
Breath like a drum,
hands like a snake.
Exploring parts unknown to her own self.
The waterfall that flowed beneath her,
like the fountain of youth
he so desperately craved.
The arch of her back,
like a bridge in which he climbed.
With the look of starvation in his eyes,
he feasted as if he'd never eat again.
Not only did her legs shake,
like the earth after a war.
But her whole body trembled
as each echo sprung from her mouth,
opening her doors just a little more.
She wanted the feeling that came with each movement.
The way their mountains responded.
The shy spot between her legs
grew warm and wild as he danced inside her.
It was only when she forgot her own name,
she realized how hungry she'd been too.
Written by Wallflower24 (Jordan)
Author's Note
There are different forms of love, this one just happens to be physical.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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