Back against the wall
your warmth fuses into me
mouths lock and hands grab
needing to take hold and possess

Thoughts give into instinct
sight floods over with touch
speech fails and becomes sounds
every bit sampled to taste

Then a crumbling towards the floor
earth and flesh in friction
your legs part in welcome
guiding every inch of the way

A frenzied calm takes hold
movement between the surges
pining for continuance and end
within the throes of our love


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