Our hunger for one another grows and goes unfulfilled.
A desire that can be matched by no other, you are my weakness.
You have me under your spell, with your touch of passion.
Your fire takes me to another level of temptation, one that I can no longer control.
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You have me under your spell, with your touch of passion. Your fire takes me to another level of temptation, one that I can no longer control.I will feel those hands on my thigh, creeping upward, to my waiting wetness... very fine poem dear poetess. dev
a very nice and lovely poem.