Thoughts about Passionate love

Burn for me like the fires of hell. That is how I will get your soul, your being will be in my hands, your entire soul will be liberated by my heart.

As I call your name in a passionate bliss. In one with the dance of love. I will be scorched by your desires until I am ashes on your hands.

The rapture of my soul as you caress me. The music I utter from my mouth, unintelligible but in pleasure. My voice rising up filling the room as you take me over and over again.


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