He tinged her velvet lips, searching into her eyes
A hunt so choleric then slipped between her thighs
Her nails sliced through his skin, octave went high
A plunder she lust after, a diversion that never dies
His body drew closer to hers that's burning
Ablazed as they lean against each other's yearning
Confiding her sureness and puissant oddity
A symmetrical penury, a breeze that's probatory
As the sun take root, two souls simmered down
Softly they whispered, anticipating for the frown
But the love story marched on, along with the zephyr
Every moment then wangled the dire masquerader
-PRK-
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