Desire
Desire
Scent on skin first sends a wave
Falling up, spilling into your cave
Blissful kiss and heated breath
Aromatic pulse pulls me underneath
Anchored passions lie in wait
Leave go a flood with raucous bait
Vibrations flutter on the spine
Gushing little deaths sublime
-M. Jacobs
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