Sinful Fusion
Spread your legs, take me in,
Let me feel us, skin to skin.
Taste my kiss, as I do yours,
Wantonness, opens doors.
Move in concert, fan the fire,
Between our legs, which Ti's desire.
Subtle steady, Lil' quake,
Tells of pending, greater wake.
Cresting hills, holding tight,
Your gasps reveal the might,
Of fusion melding two souls as one,
White light,
White heat,
Burning sun.
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