My love, my rush, my whisper in the night,
Don’t you dare leave my doorway, this can’t be goodnight…
The pull of this passion is driving me insane.
How I long for this high rushing through my veins.
With you all around me, I can’t get my fix…
Your callused hands and tender lips.
Tonight I inhale you, tonight I wanna be,
The fire in your night, deepest fantasy…
A poem for my husband who still yet brings the same rush, the same curiosity about in me.
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