"Spent"
My pulse is pounding
As your lips trace mine
Your eyes avoid me
Your seduction begins
Every moan that escapes you
Quickens my heart
You play the perfect lover
Whispering sins I am willing to commit
Your fingers dance
Lightly
Teasingly
Across my…body
The beast in me rises
To the rhythm of sweat
We are consumed
Touching, Tasting, Enjoying
Our Bliss is reached
A crescendo
A cascading exhaustion
Overtakes us
Your curves pressed
Perfectly against me
We collapse entwined
Spent
Half awake
Half dreams
Licking my lips
I smile knowingly
Tasting you
By
Thomas Aiden
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