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Mixed heat, of bed sheets and wet sheets, 
She said this, intimate lip speak, of no lights and caresses,
Suggestive, but already undressed and head rested,
Laid bare we stayed there, intense and progressive.

Time taken, not rushing, we're pushing, deciding,
Colliding inside minds, alive during writhing,
A right time to climb or move from behind, blind,
Tracing a line, along soft sides, and thighs.

Breathing with feeling, exceeding, once given,
An act of forbidden, but instant and loving,
One amongst duvets, and pillows, with shadows,
Cast across torsos, at last, loving more so.