The catch in your throat
The shutter of your breath
Eyes flutter closed.
Fingertips trailing
Supple skin exposed.
Shivers
Stirring in me something,
base and primal.
The passion
twisting.
coiling,
brewing.
Fuse lite.
I want.
I need.
More
Never enough.
Greedy,
Demanding.
I long to consume you in excess
until our limbs are exhausted,
and you have penetrated my body and soul
with a revered language only you and I know.
Everything I Never Told You 
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Very beautiful to accompany your words with the incredible orchestration!
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment and the follow.
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I look forward to reading more!
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Likewise x
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Entranced.
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