Thoughts of Passion Rises & Falls
by chris
My thoughts frequent passion
under nights cresent moon.
The soft touch of a companion,
thus so begins the swoon.
A tight squeeze an dbody heat,
firm pressure below.
Deep rhythms cause chassms,
of orgasms to flow.
Honest lies whispered sweet,
hearts race within a beat,
to a release so intense
our figers clinch before the fall,
God's name said in vain
Bodies left in an AWE!!!!