Like a tide
Her Body would wave.
Sounds of pleasure.
Personifying a rave.
Bodily current and ecstasy.
Thrusting of Pate.
Grabbing the sheets of desire.
Completing the eternal mate.
Love has only one language.
Of moans and whispers.
Amplifying energy into a ball.
Indefatigable efforts and wet lispers.
One moment, that's all it takes.
That's all it needs.
Quantification is impossible.
And over power , she feeds!!!
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