She lays in awe of the moment
In which she was given, still
Placed in the state in which she
Was driven
In love with the feeling
As her mind keeps it in
Play, a half hour past
And still sensation has yet
To fade
His touch still felt her
Skin roars for it's champ,
A standing ovation by the
Hairs as they two rise and chant
Her stomach strained from
Repetitive gasp, triggered by
The pleasures he was able to
Cast, enhancing it's speed her
Breath causing a draft, a half
Hour past and still she is
Unable to grasp
Aftershocks Felt from her
Bodies previous quake, (please
Forgive that line as we all have
Witnessed what japan was forced
To face) Her mind in replay
So her body is forced to
debate, confused on the present
because like her past it still
Continues to shake
Her thoughts generate a thirst
One in which requires his
taste,still smothered in his
Scent her mind easily imagined
His face
Her fingers mimicked His
Motions impersonating his
Thrust, her body repeated
It's emotions induced to rapidly
Gush
Excitement lunges through
the Air as if it was extracted
From her body, Passion rains
Down upon her bed making the
Sheets more moist and soggy
Thirty minutes of basking
Only increase her desire for
More, her thoughts won't
Let him go her tolerance for
His return was extremely poor
30 minutes prior
In which she was given, still
Placed in the state in which she
Was driven
In love with the feeling
As her mind keeps it in
Play, a half hour past
And still sensation has yet
To fade
His touch still felt her
Skin roars for it's champ,
A standing ovation by the
Hairs as they two rise and chant
Her stomach strained from
Repetitive gasp, triggered by
The pleasures he was able to
Cast, enhancing it's speed her
Breath causing a draft, a half
Hour past and still she is
Unable to grasp
Aftershocks Felt from her
Bodies previous quake, (please
Forgive that line as we all have
Witnessed what japan was forced
To face) Her mind in replay
So her body is forced to
debate, confused on the present
because like her past it still
Continues to shake
Her thoughts generate a thirst
One in which requires his
taste,still smothered in his
Scent her mind easily imagined
His face
Her fingers mimicked His
Motions impersonating his
Thrust, her body repeated
It's emotions induced to rapidly
Gush
Excitement lunges through
the Air as if it was extracted
From her body, Passion rains
Down upon her bed making the
Sheets more moist and soggy
Thirty minutes of basking
Only increase her desire for
More, her thoughts won't
Let him go her tolerance for
His return was extremely poor
30 minutes prior
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