Come to me, my love.

Come to me in the dead of night, let me feel your skin against mine.

Let me take your stresses away, come to me and make me forget the world outside.

Slip under crisp, cotton sheets, not a stitch of cloth on our weary, aching bodies.

Let me satisfy your ache, may you satisfy mine.

Under slow kiss and grind, I press my hands against your chest while you guide my hips atop yours.

Slow, sensuous, lazy yet determined rhythm, our love a cinnamon warmth only our flame knows.

Gentle, hold me close, tighten your embrace. Let your hushed moans roll down my neck where you bury your face.

Let go, my love, release your desires into me.

Hold me tight, kiss me close, never let me go

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