The Perfect Fit

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    The Perfect Fit




    As our eyes lock

    Simultaneously we undress

    Fire burns behind our eyes

    As the heat rises

    Within our bodies

    Reaching, towards

    One another

    Connecting in a hot embrace

    I’ve been waiting all day

    Just to touch you

    Taste you, lick you

    Indulge in the sweetness of you

    As you’ve been waiting for me

    To devour me

    Take a plunge

    Deep inside me

    Make me weak

    Rain drops outside

    As I ride

    The waves of pleasure

    Nothing can measure

    Up to the way you grab my hips

    And whisper my name

    Hold on tight

    No time for games

    Everything’s just right

    You lick your lips

    You start to drip

    I take a lick

    You rub my clit

    And together we climax

    We’re the perfect fit

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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