Who sees the heat that in my core
Has made me burn and boil and sore,
Heat you produced when first you came,
The tender way you spoke my name?
Your smile outshines a thousand suns.
When I’m with you, we’re the only ones
Who ever lived or drew a breath;
To be without you would be death.
You build within such ecstasy;
You whisper, “Baby, cum with me!”
The tension mounts, the pressure builds—
Eruption! My release now fills
Your hungry chasm, also sore.
So soon you’re begging me for more.
August 3, 2017 ~ couplet chain
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Dark Side of the Moon 
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und ĂĽber Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks for sharing. 🙂
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Thank you very much for posting such sonderful pennings. Have a nice sunday. ,-) Michael
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sorry, meant “wonderful” LOL
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for sharing.
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It’s always my pleasure, you’re welcome.
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Oh, yes! Loved this one!!!!
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Thanks 🙂
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