Making Love With You
You sweep across the room taking all my air with you, leaving me none to breathe, without breathing in you too. But now this air seems thicker and fills me up ever more, apprehension makes me empty compared to what we have in store. To feel, for endless hours bodies aching to express hunger, burning, searing flame so boldly with finesse. Our senses filled with each other, until there is nothing left to do, but explode like a super nova becoming one for a time, not two.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli