Two Hearts in Love - A Poem
Cashmere soft and honey sweet
Liquid fire pools below whenever our eyes meet
With every gentle brush stroke of your lips
With every teasing caress of your tongue
You stoke the fire burning within
Passion flares a raging tempest
While we fight not to combust
We are gripped fast in the clutches of lust
To feel your body being accepted by mine
The idea brings pleasure most sublime
Liquid fire pools below whenever our eyes meet
With every gentle brush stroke of your lips
With every teasing caress of your tongue
You stoke the fire burning within
Passion flares a raging tempest
While we fight not to combust
We are gripped fast in the clutches of lust
To feel your body being accepted by mine
The idea brings pleasure most sublime
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