Their Perfect Storm
In sultry sit
Her face veiled
Positional pout
My mind scaled
Through the veil
Her eyes i sense
Luring me
To loves essence
She draws me in
Like a black widow lures
Embraced in her arms
Matured now lured
Her limpet grip
Around my waist
Her moist sweet lips
My tongue tastes
Pleasurable rhythm
Waves of love
Sweat-ed souls
Eagle and dove
Satisfaction
Gratification
Splendour in join
Sweet sensation
Retire to cosy
Content and warm
Sexual tempest
Their perfect storm
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