Lust hangs off collarbones
Time divides momentary space
Anticipation hangs in the air

The room we enter is quite familiar
So is your cheshire smile that I love
It hides well your mischievousness

Now come closer, walk towards me
Dive your jasmine tongue
Down my parched throat

Let fingers crawl across flesh
Like spiders catching prey
In our intricate web of passion

Trace orgasms out of my existence
Presently raw, stripped and naked
Bones will reveal what flesh won't

Now come closer, press your flesh
Up against my acquiescent flesh
Until there is no space between us

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