Beyond the words on the page

Beyond my fantasy your heart beats.
My desires cast a spell that awakes in me
the need to touch your body,
my hands on your chest and run my fingers
down the length of your body;
the need to press my lips against your neck
and know what your skin tastes like;
let my hands discover your white skin
the smooth curves of your back
blending down to your ass and thighs
up to your broad shoulder
hold in my hands your strength
the hardness of your cock pulsates;
enjoy the rhythm of your tongue
dancing with mine
seeking the smell of your breath
our bodies intertwining
and feel you mine beyond the words on the page.

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