Night Of Passion The sweat that dripped down her face, As she engaged in a night of passion. The swift movements he made like a tiger, As he moved her body quicker. The breath that crawled down her neck, like invisible raindrops. The hair raising on her skin like icicles, longing to relax. The hands that rolled along her body like a bowling ball, rolling down the alley aiming to get a strike. The night quickened like a thief in the night. Opening all doors in his way, Unlocking her inner mind and secrets. All in this night of passion
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