Primal Need

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I feel you there so close
my heart quickens in it's pace
the dampness of my need evident upon my gown
your hand touches my shoulder, my neck, my back
a shiver of pure excitement and unknown trembles through me
I attempt to speak your name, your fingers quiet me
running their roughness tenderly across their full softness
I suppress a primal yearning that only you bring forth in me
You feel my need, know it, smell and can touch the very core of my desire with merely a breath
Your arms surround me, their strength enveloping me into their muscular depths
Turning me you tower over me, consuming as our eyes meet
Your lips meet mine in a crushing growl
Back against the wall, hands coaxing,
rough yet tender, evoking the best from me
My cries fall upon your ears, begging, pleading
Lifting me, tossing me, surrounding me
The gown a forgotten memory as it lays in pieces by the bedside
The heat building deep inside as you enter my being
harder, deeper. My hands blindly grasping, clawing, holding.
As the heat builds the need does as well till we are both crying out our pleasures
As the world spins slower back to a stop
Your eyes find mine, a slow smile spreading across your lips
I return the smile, a slow soul burning kiss ensues
Once again no words, only the primal need.

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