My Dear, the very mention of your name

Can strike the spark which fans my longing into flame.

One lingering touch’s enough upon my skin

To turn the smouldering heat to fire within.

I sense your mouth, my pulse is rising higher

Your lips meet mine and fill me with desire.

Stronger than pain, yes, stronger still than fear,

The force that pulls me to your arms my dear.

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This surge of longing roused by fingertips

And hungry loins against my aching hips,

And now, inside, a churning pool of need

Will ne’er be stilled until you plant your seed.

Our arching bodies pulse as one.

The rhythm of a beating drum

Insists that we fulfil its call

Until, full-sated, we will fall

Fast flowing through the waterfall,

Whilst rainbow promise glints then sighs

Like petals shed when flowers die.