The Heat Goes On

The crave for your taut skin calls me,
And vibrations send soothing messages;
Tingling my brain, massaging my body.
You snare my soul and impel me to move,
Seductively,
Eyes closed and swaying,
The heat goes on...
Slapping your raw hide.

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