By Matata Mercy
A fire within, a burning ember,
A primal urge, a wild endeavour
A yearning deep, a heart aflame
A sensual dance, a passionate game.
Her body yearns, her spirit soars,
A tempest rages, a whirlwind roars.
Desire's touch, a sweet release.
A moment stolen, a stolen peace.
She seeks the touch, the taste, the feel,
A craving deep, a soulful steal.
In passion's grasp, she's lost and found.
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