Sensuality speaks of satin sheets
Of rose petals displayed under rhythmic beats.
Fingers entwined and bodies pressed
Of naked flames and hot breath.
Live flesh and the golden glow
Of candlelight on a bare soul.
Passions rising with the heat
Of raw energy we create.
Love is pure and lust is wine
Of which we drink and become divine.
High as Olympus and deep as Atlantis
This love, this love…














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"i'd dont wanna get bitter i dont wanna turn cruel i dont wanna get old before i have to"
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