Who are you?; he whispers.
Walks around me,
assessing, challenging.
A deep need.
A desire, a foundation for flames.
He touches lightly
uncertain of the authenticity.
A fleeting kiss,
Who are you?
Gathers his appetite, his ardor,
reaches, pulls me into his arms.
A deep sigh.
I hear the word...”you”.
Far away and falling fast
fear claws, rigid, thick.
He resurrects me,
he's in me.
And I can't breath.
Very deep and sexy!
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