be my rushing waters
play me like your favorite instrument

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she sang lipstick lullabies
over the slopes of his chest
and his tongue danced over
the curves of her stomach.

they moved like water;
flowing in and out of one
another in fluid, languid
movements. and their
bodies sang symphonies
as they drowned in desire.

little could be understood
as his fingers caressed her
hips the way the did. and
not much could be deciphered
when her breath was coming
so fastfastfast on his neck.

they swirled and twirled and
swayed and together, they
lost themselves in rushing,
tumbling, waves passion
and whirlpools of pleasure

the best part was that when
morning came and they were
dry, they still hummed along
quietly together, as one.

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