Bodies binding, clinging, trembling...
Breathing harsh, gasping, quickened...
Hands molding, gripping, flexing...
Consuming, it builds...
Breath holding, muscles bunching, heat rising from the soul..
Building pressure...wanting it...needing it...
A cry emitting from deep within
Release happening, arching, twisting...
Sweet pain elating at long last...
Ecstasy found
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