Fevered
Rage me my passion, lips to succulent lips, flesh to burning flesh, intensely my desire, it's fevered crazed fury, to you comes. Saturate me in your womanly warmth, as I melt into you, then wither away, only to come at you again and again, with my love's turbulent ferocity, and we churn and we burn, and become one for all times. Written May 9th, 2000 © on Oct 09 2001 02:25 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Rage me my passion,..."