- Erotic Poetry
- One Could Smell the Passion
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It radiated from us both.
The heat.
The pleasure.
Like the sweat that formed trails down our flushed flesh.
It was evident.
Your hands pulling and carressing my flesh.
Your lips seeking out the tenderness of my own.
The entrance of yourself into me.
You impaled me, taking me to a height I had never seen.
Each thrust was building, inside me, a torrent of pleasure.
The candles lit your flesh and as I gazed into your eyes, I saw the lust.
I saw the need, the urgency to have me just that much closer.
It was then my body gave in to your own.
Shuddering..
Shaking...
Thrusting....
For all I was and all we are together.
I came for you, as you did with me.
At that moment lost in each others eyes.
It radiated from both of us.
The heat.
The pleasure.
