Quenched
With manly desire,
my flesh calls out for her,
longing to trace her curves,
like beads of sweat,
with trembling hands,
exposing her secrets,
with fingers,
lips,
tongue…
my manly desire
evoking within me,
a blazing, fierce fire,
which can only be quenched,
by diving into her womanly waters,
deep and luxurious,
sensual and warm,
I swim the sea of her,
lighted by her love,
through the night,
then, as daylight dawns,
refreshed and renewed,
I sigh a blissful sigh,
and remain within her peace,
letting her liquid love continue to
quench my thirst,
my longing,
my desire,
my fire,
as we fall into sleep,
together,
as one.
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