If only I could protect this taste I savor...
Ssssssss.
Can it be seen I am drowning in passion?
Do my eyes expose my nakedness?
Do my licked lips suggest,
My craving to have you devoured
Between sheets and my moist palms?
Ssssssss.
In my arms that cling to a thrusting desire,
You charge me with sensual submissions.
Unconditionally...
There are sounds made we make!
Caring less and confessing,
We find each other greedy!

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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