Our Passion

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How do I define desire from eyes I cannot see? As they are locked in ecstasy. Built up frustration oozing from limbs wound tight like snakes slithering from tree to tree. Our limbs, intertwined.

Heated lava, emanating from mountains to valleys. As you feed from my pleasure mound, excitement surges into the valley of dry desert, which now seethes with gallons of rain held captive in clouds that have been given permission to release.

The rain’s sweet, as I taste your mint julep, chocolate star co-mingled with my cherries jubilee. So many flavors existing as our minds writhe from overloaded honey flavored kisses, savory and sticky sweet. You are my taste sensation… I’m ready, let’s eat!

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