These tips, these hands, these fingers, they do nothing but incite the riot, they do nothing but remind me of your sweet, possessing touch, they do nothing but flood my body with the ache, your kiss, our hunger, they do nothing but recall the man I crave and need too much.
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Passion … Crazed
Soul … Divided
Flesh … Riven
Woman … Undone
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Forever
I will be
The moth
To your flame
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Taste me
Drink us in
Turn our world upside and down
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With you
I want everything
With you
I want it all
With you
I want as never before
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These hands are tied
There is no choice
But to relinquish, to willingly surrender
This desiring body
This inquiring mind
This heart of yearning and of wonder
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On velvet plush
This kitty cat
Mewls and purrs
Prowls and slinks and wriggles
Trailing behind
The thin black line
For you to trace and kiss
And follow
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I need you
In the night
When my craving
Overtakes me
When thoughts of you
Will not leave me be
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In your darkness
I see the light
In your light
True, pure desire
In your desire
The home for which I long
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It takes all of her strength not to reach out to him.
It takes every ounce of her self-control not to arch up to meet the hand adorned by the crisp, white cuff and platinum link, not to give her body over to his touch familiar and new, possessing and sweet. It takes all of her restraint, all of her will not to give in to the urge to trail her slender fingers over the smoothness of the gleaming leather, to run her hands up along the warmth radiating through the charcoal wool, to map the muscular calves, the tensing thighs, to tease and stroke then devour the throbbing hardness nestled between his legs, to splay herself, open herself, reveal her fiery brightness to the flesh that perfects her. It takes everything she has, everything she is not to instinctively surrender to the passions, the impulses, the carnality this man inspires with little effort and action.
It takes everything, all things, this desire for him. It takes, it strips, it breaks, it pieces her together again.
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