Liquid Sex

The slightest whisper of the warmest touchThe breath of motion in the still of nightBlood rushes to the surface leaving fire in its wake,as it follows the slightest movement,the faintest touch, the longing for moreElectricity jumps the gapIntensity amplified by the exquisite acheStirring deep withinRadiating shock waves that tetherTwo becoming one
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