estmalta94
The conversation was so good it's hard to summarize in words, so I wrote a poem: Lust is a fire that insists in the flesh, it's a gentle pain that weaves itself into pleasure, it's a hidden fever that inflames the body, it's a brute force that never resists. It's a burning ember that you saw in the eyes, it's a deep thirst that cries out in the skin, it's a living spear that blazes in the chest, it's a mad flame that can never be seen. It's desiring without a precise reason, it's having the burning desire on your lips, it's being held hostage by the flesh that improvises. It's diving into the abyss of certainty, the more you enjoy it, the more you need it, and the more you lose it, the more it ignites.
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