A temple of flesh
Smelling the scent of her pheromones awakens a deep stirring.
Feeling her warm breathe, hot breasts gets me higher brings me closer.
Her body is a conduit for my yearning.
Her legs and thighs are my temple.
Her moaning is my chanting.
My pen is insider her life bringing essence.
My eyes feral her body stiff as I pound against her soft flesh as if rhythmic waves slowly wash upon
the shores.
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