Passions Spent

Brusquely I wake with breathless gasps

A dream of his touch unclasped

I feel him now as his hands are mine

Slowly, steadily my hips incline

Fervent sounds escape my lips

I dance beneath wicked finger tips

Sensing now the end is near

Closed eyes shed a single tear

Descending down from my relent

Drifting relief from my passions spent.

~Sasha Femme 





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