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I want to feel my lover’s soft lips on mine, their nails on my back, their tongue invading my mouth, their teeth on my neck, their hands on my waist, their hips grinding on my thigh, a gentle sucking on my nipple, their firm grasp on my wrists pinning me against the wall/bed/floor/whatever. I want to run my fingers through their hair and methodically caress every inch of their body, listening attentively for any involuntary noises of excitement to learn what parts of them yearn to be touched, and for them to find the spots on my body that make me make noises I didn’t know I could make. I want to savor every moan and gasp that blesses my ears, and to make their breathing heavier and heavier as a primal lust swells inside. I want to cherish all the sweet nothings and reassurances that they mange to squeeze out in the tranquil moments between tender kisses. I want to be overpowered by their scent and to bathe in their sweat. I want to marvel at their ethereal beauty and admire all the love bites that they leave on me so that the world knows exactly who I belong to.

When the last of our strength has been spent, we slowly drift into a peaceful sleep in each other’s supple embrace. We awake the next morning, the embers from the previous night’s fiery passion still glowing. It is a gentler warmth now, but even as dawn breaks, the sun’s rays cannot hold a candle to our hearth, stoked by the intertwining of two lost souls now found.