Throes Of Passion.
I've heard love to be an intense feeling.
Passions very own messenger that engulfs the soul, and causes the body to quake at the slightest touch of Cupid's match.
Dare I say again that the beliefs are untrue, and the feelings a play thing? For without the slightest warning, I became a captive to the very thing I once thought false. Aphrodite's ability to set two hearts burning in desire and intertwined till tomorrow which never ends.
My lover is Greek. His breath against my skin makes me weak in the knees. His body scent wafting into my nostrils knocks out my reasoning.
Like a man intoxicated by desire, he pulls his naked frame towards mine. With his strong arms, he holds me close and gently, but firmly whispers "I want you, I want you, I love you"
His lips searches out mine. Like butter before heat, I let him invade my mouth. His tongue snaking in and out, in and out, and building a sexual steamy longing. A longing which I yield to.
Like two souls living in the moment, with no cares for anything else, we get drunk with lust, love, passion, desire and let our bodies do the speaking.
By the morning, I am greeted with the words "Good morning Goddess".
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Comments
Fomma, nice write up, thoughtfully put together but in this period.
What! It bad enough, I am quarantined and forced to at now this.
You did not well!
Great piece as always
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