Hot Passions
Flash of lightning,
Crash of Thunder,
Pouring Rain.
Fingers touching,
Nails scraping,
Skin sliding.
Identical moans,
Desperate screams,
Begging for more,
Of that hot passion.
Sweat Dripping,
Sighs moaned,
Begging ceased
Storm completed.
This is the part of me I will never show u to your face. Because I dont know how to say certain words, I write them down. They turn into sentences, and some of them turn into poems. Welcome to the first layer of my heart. Trust me, the second layer is much more complex.
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