We see only what we want.
Our eyes devour that which our lips yearn to discover.
I see the sounds you make as my hunger swallows your body.
Let me feed your appetite for dynamite.
Take it out, let it in.
Your bad thoughts undress me.
You know I get excited when you talk like that.
Tempt me from night until day with your kiss.
Leave your mark on me.
My body burns for you.
This lust has been lingering within without apology.
Your taste fills my head until I can’t think at all.
We’ll drown in waves of pleasure until you become the ocean.
Come with me.
Feel this moment.
I’ve heard the truth in your whisper.
Melodic moans set us free.
To be blind with passion is clarity.
We see only what we want, and I want you.
I slept with a woman in flames under a midnight moon.
Such beauty burning bright before me.
How long have we been dancing in these flames?
Woman in flames.
Love like it hurts to stand still.
I’ll give you my all, until nothing’s left.
Love until you know who you are.
I slept with a woman in flames.
Now I’m a man on fire.
Share your story with me as I look into your eyes
When your soul’s curious your body follows suit
The more we see, the more we wish to know
Discovery is supposed to be different
Let’s live with the night and the light at our backs
Your touch, I deserve it
Utter that which sets you free under moonlight
Fill what was empty with love as the ocean mirrors the sky
Our sense of self sees something in one another that refuses to be washed away
Drown out all that keeps us apart
Kiss yesterday goodbye
We’ll go deeper without hesitation
Peace of mind between trusted fingertips
Time can’t curb this curiosity
Everything is nothing at first
Lasting appeal warrants repeated viewings
Something in the night erases all that’s black and white
Something in the night calms and ignites our souls
Something in the night makes us true
Something in the night
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When my wants have replaced my needs, reckless poetry fills my every action.
Can’t keep calm when my heart is burning up, engulfed whole.
A deep desire rising to the surface, like a volcano raging in the night.
Nothing is safe from the fire in my veins growing in your proximity.
These eyes want to watch you burn, just as I am inside.
Passion flows like gasoline, fueling movement with intensity.
It’s amazing how clearly I can see you as this heat takes over.
I’ve made it this far hoping that I could light your flame for me.
Your taste, your breath, your body and will spark wild life where once there was a quiet and civilized man.
Swept up in this moment flickering before our eyes, we’re lost in our carnal curiosity.
Lost in divine rhythm, I know you.
I want to ignite hunger in your soul.
Your every touch drenched in the kind of insatiable scorching heat that would lay waste to a lesser man.
Hesitance in ashes on the floor, leave nothing standing in our wake.
Love is relentless.
Whenever you’re close reckless poetry fills my every action.
Is it the same way for you?
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Only change can save us…
We’re hungry for love and thirsting for a life worth living.
We’ve reached out into this wild life to no end.
Let your thoughtful design and my distinctive touch coalesce.
Trading caution for clarity in our ultraviolet fantasies.
Only change can save us, so keep it coming.
Watching you lose yourself in me gives me a natural high.
Vigorous Virgos are very vibrant creatures.
We disappear into each other until night becomes day.
She’s changing before my eyes like it’s nothing new.
Choose to be more than meets the eye when the elements become us.
When you’re around I can shed my ways and wasted yesterdays.
We have passion written on our skin.
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