The look in your eyes that
paints my cheeks scarlet.
The love bruises on my neck,
That turn a dark shade of violet.
The quiver from your touch,
Sending chills deep down.
The moans that echo,
When you scale my mounds.
The sweet scent of sweat,
As we work each other out.
It takes all the senses to practice,
The love they preach about.
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