Bathing in Desire


She speaks fluently the passionate language of the soul. Only silenced by the exhale of warm whispers, once gone cold.

Doused in intense senses their seduction loudly lingers. Every curve of her fair skin navigated by his eyes, his hands, and fingers.

Reality melts away as touch sends shivers down her spine. Her quivering lips press into his. Their minds numb. Lost in time.

So closely knit. Their heartbeats begin to pulsate in perfect rhythm. He holds her up. Hands clasped, tight grasp. Their eyes meet into freedom.

Their souls have met in purest form and lit a constant fire. Inhaling pure ecstasy. Oh, to bathe in love’s desire.


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