within the crush of naked flesh,
I reach to bring her saturation-
firm fingers fondle
feeling to enrapture the scent of penetration
so velvet flesh parts,
invigorating the hold
of primal hearts
and a woman's moisture seeps exhilaration;
rhythm builds this insurrection,
deeper they plunge,
deeper their attention
my hands have tasted,
now my tongue
excruciates a flavoursome detection
stroking soft the taste
in pains that pleasure her direction;
I swallow folds
that shudder spasms
bringing her to eclipse
the waning of righteous inhibition;
then I climb to plunder
to pillage
to delve within her present of perfection-
these thrusts explore fathoms of urgency
as she engulfs my length
to impale the ache of resurrection
so we scream orgasm
amidst streams that signal height
that signal fulfillment's fated celebration.
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