With rising passions and loving embraces joined and parted to be joined again
as winters blanket melts back to expose the burgeoning buds of spring,
fond fingers follow meandering contours, dips and curves of softest form.
Onward still to find warm moist niches where longing lips pursue,
until at last flesh fast heated contorts and swells and begs for more.
Pulling ever fondly closer, drifting toward a sun swept crashing shore
of purest undiluted passion, rise and pulse to heady explosion
then fall still to sigh and rise no more.

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