Open me like a bottle of champagne, flying cork; the repurcussion of my emotions, let’s dissolve this passionate wait to kiss every curve of yours on which I graze as you slowly let me pour into your depths, my brown gaze through your body is their pain, after sipping every bit of me from your naked body do they realise the aftermaths of their lust and my love, my crazy drops still fringe on your shy skin.
Brooding Secrets 
SHARED SANCTUM
Even made public
The feeling remains private
Inviolable
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True. I don’t know what made me write this but yes, love is not of bodies.
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Nice erotica…
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I know , sometimes people construct their own virtual world in which
they creat their perpetual scenario’s of love and secrets.
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