The Quickening

My eyes explore every curve.
I surrender to desire
Tides of passion consumes me
Rushed by lust,
Your flame inspires the fire.

Fingertips dance.
Tongues caress.
Bodies mould together
Beguiled by your scent
Enslaved by your kiss

Your sensual feast,
The sweet taste,
of heat and honey.
We move in rhythm
In race to ecstasy

In fevered motion,
sweat drips
Lost in sensual devotion,
nails across the skin,
your weight on my hips.

Then, the quickening,
Our bodies surge,
breathless, entwined
Every inch of you perfect
Every inch divine.



LOVE ❤ ❤


via Daily Prompt: Quicken


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