Water

Pleasure you more than pleasure can pleasure itself
Barley.
Can I taste your waters?
I crave your oceans…
Crashing hips and thighs in a rhythmatic tide
I don’t wanna drown but I’m enjoying your ride
Wetness from me or is it you?
Your sweat
I swirl in circles, like a tide pool
We must be fools cuz we’re drowning in lust subdued
As white bubbles turns into blue
Colors fade because extcasy and passion can’t wade in the same part of our pool
I want you….

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