Soft whispers in the darkness, shadows dance and play,
Passion's flame that burns like wildfire, night and day.
The rush of adrenaline, a sensual symphony,
A pleasure so intense, it echoes ecstasy.
The world fades to black, and all that's left is skin,
The craving, the yearning, the lustful breath within.
A hunger that gnaws, a fire that rages like a storm,
A primal urge that cannot sleep, a heart that's warm.
In the heat of the moment, all sense is lost in the haze,
As desire takes over, and reason's gentle ways.
The thrill of the chase, the rush of the unknown,
A lustful obsession that cannot be overthrown.
But in the aftermath, a calm and peaceful night,
A satisfaction that slowly takes flight.
The flames of passion, though still burning like a spark,
Are tempered by reason, and a love that's left its mark.
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