the sights and sound,
the feeling of your fingers wrapped in my hair,
tugging gently to lift my face towards your.
the heat from your lips,
the fire in your eyes,
burning me up slowly from the inside.
your gaze travels lower,
following the path your hands are now making.
and my skin is searing,
and the breath escaping from my lips
is warm to the touch.
your fingers are finding my secret places,
making me scream in pleasure,
and forget my own name.
and we come together as one,
and my nails are embedded in your back,
as your hands are tight around my wrists,
and all that can be heard amongst our cries of ecstasy,
are three worded whispers of,
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