Lust

Every man is a living mystery waiting to be discovered:

In her eyes I smell the fumes of intrigue.

Belonging breads longing.

Desire swirls like a black hole of lust,

Be careful of radial motions,

The sinking waves hypnotizing and teasing.

Her frame gives me a preview of ecstasy,

The anticipation stacking layer upon layer.

The struggle is guaranteed, the climax is not.

Cruelty and pleasure intertwine in the depths of tension.

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