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A cold sweat breaks out

Cooling me down.

Thpugh I am still soaring

My feet off the ground.

I think its over but no

I was very wrong.

Rocked by my emotions

Which took too long.

As i lay there and

Fingers dance along me

Touching my most intimate place

Parts even I cannot see.

And then they delve inside

Pushing upward and deep

Lifting my body away from the bed

My fingers crushing sheets.

I'm disturbed by these things

I have never felt before

And though I am not sure why

I think I want even more.

Fingers are soon replaced

By a talented flicking tongue.

And I'm climbing a climatic ladder

Close to the top rung.

Then I'm free falling 

Straight and fast.. down

And then I'm climbing again

Without ever touching the ground.

Fingers once again reach me

Looking to explore.

Making me beg for mercy

While crying out for more.

As lips caress my body

And whisper in my ear

Telling me dirty things

That I seem to want to hear.

Then comes rubbing bodies

And my pulse is climbing

And I am afraid of the ecstacy

By body is slowly finding.

Faster and faster we go together

Two bodies set in motion.

Crying out with primal passion

No ttaces of devotion.

I feel like a lionness

Primed for an attack

As I bite hard into a shoulder

And leav scratches on a back.

And soon I feel like I am collapsing

Falling piece by piece.

My lover arches in return

Slowly finding their release

But then the exploration stops

Before it even can begin.

And though I know I shouldn't 

I want to feel it again...